A moment of vision

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Melancholy is a deep affliction

I have no prescription

For this sadness

This disease of the heart

Washes colour

From the poppy

Causes the flesh 

To shrink from the touch.

Sinks the garden of the heart

Into rot

Here, birds don’t sing,

Silence is on the wing,

The sun hides behind

A cloud of circumstance

Rain comes in bloody drops,

A child suffers

The infirmities of age.

No swain seduces

No shepherdess

But on the morrow


Will lift my heart,

Enliven my soul,

With all the shy

Beauty of creation.



◄ Our endless, numbered days

Chasing the butterfly, catching the lion ►


mona s

Wed 15th May 2019 07:12

Tender, touching poem.. Loved it..

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Wed 15th May 2019 03:16

A heartwarming poem...loved it!

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Tue 14th May 2019 19:51

"Washes colour from the poppy" what a wonderful phrase.


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Jason Bayliss

Tue 14th May 2019 19:09

And so dawns the hope of a new day. It is excellent John, really touching.


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keith jeffries

Tue 14th May 2019 16:58

Magnificent. Keith

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Mae Foreman

Tue 14th May 2019 16:37

Wow John! Excellent! Such a sting...
Bravo my friend!
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