Melancholy Granted

by jaybluepoems

Melancholy granted,
uncalled and ne’er a reason why –
comes at moment’s dusk like this,
from silent wood and throbbing sky.

As if it’s called from aging flesh,
greying beard and fading eye.
I feel it so wash o’er me,
that in return I grant a sigh –
to acknowledge day’s escaping,
to ponder on the dreams un-won,
to toast in silent reverie
the man I’ve so become.


8 Comments to “Melancholy Granted”

  1. a marvelous man with the pen of a poet! Love that sky throbbing !

  2. I love this, the rhythm, the emotion–well done.

  3. What a title!
    The poem that follows is splendid, agree whole-heartedly with bennetta.

  4. oh I can feel the silent wood and see the throbbing sky x a very emotive poem x as one who has known melancholy I commend you for your vivid description x Let the words take the pain x

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