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I pause at your picture,
trace a finger over flat contours
Melancholy names my mood.
Books do not entertain,
music is torn.
I wish
for a seroxat fix
where angles are softer
and corners blurred,
yet
I smile to hear your voice,
although mind made
and as distant
as your touch
Philipos
Thu 29th Sep 2011 17:55
Great opening line and worthy supportive words.
Some lovely sonics in here Stella...love 'seroxat fix'. Can almost see you on the phone to him, tracing his picture :)
I'm not sure that the title implies hope - I'd say more of a playing down of the sadness - maybe a wry nod to the fact that us poets are prone to the dramatic and that this is, as the poem suggests, just a mood. I like the way you express yourself - the restlessness you convey - the idea of music being torn is a vivid one. You do carry the reader with you in that mood.
I too like your style of saying things!x
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Francine
Wed 12th Oct 2011 17:58
I have to agree with the others - you do carry us along well in this wistful mood!