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Melancholy Morning

Night succumbs like a powerless pawn Melancholy grins the brink of dawn Hollow skull enshrouds a vacant tomb A Possum’s fate amid vulture’s plume The sirens scream as if they’re aghast And the garbage steel goes rumbling past Power line wire grips a well-worn shoe Pot holes tease the dark avenue Flowers lay dying near a broken hoe Smirking weeds laughed long ago My dust consumes a captured steed Of dirty hues and unknown breed Someone’s eyes too tired to fight Right of yellow, left of white

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 6/10/2018 6:01:00 PM
Hello Ronda, this poem is awsome! Have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 6/8/2018 5:37:00 AM
Rhonda, your title grabbed me.. then your lines. You've got "IT!"
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Date: 5/18/2018 10:53:00 AM
Rhoda, a well painted scene. Thank you for reading " The Old Elf Poet Awaits At the River's Edge ".. hugs Eve ~`*
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Date: 5/17/2018 11:12:00 PM
Rhoda, the flow was smooth and engaging and your imagery is wonderful. This would make a great Halloween poem. A beautifully descriptive write.
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Date: 5/16/2018 9:42:00 PM
I like the metaphors...Well penned Rhoda..
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Date: 5/15/2018 5:37:00 AM
Perhaps a melancholy morning but a fave poem for me! Wow! ...the sirens scream as if their aghast!
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Date: 5/11/2018 8:23:00 AM
Your insomnia inspired a magnificent piece of poetry Rhoda. The rhyme and the images are placed in precise places to give us all a view of your morning. And. How's the book coming along?
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Date: 5/10/2018 12:38:00 PM
your description is nicely done, Rhonda.. Happy Mother's Day Hugs dear friend
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Date: 5/9/2018 8:41:00 AM
Next time take the subway or underground transportation lol...Hi Rhoda...do they have that where you are lol...love & light...^WW^
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Date: 5/6/2018 9:38:00 AM
All I can pray: Wish I could write like this! Amen! Pandita
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Date: 5/6/2018 3:26:00 AM
What an amazing journey you takes us on,,Classic poetry this is.
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Date: 5/4/2018 8:29:00 AM
An awesome write - truly a WOWer for me. Aint it funny how there's always just one shoe? Always. This is beautiful, Rhoda - the imagery superb. I'm Nancy Drewing you this morning cause I've been missing you, wanted to see if you were still 'round. I hope your book project is bringing you joy-filled challenges and solutions / progress. I'm going to check out what all you've been up to. Poetry hugs ... CayCay
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Date: 5/2/2018 8:26:00 PM
Funny how a point of view is affected by mood, Rhoda, I get days like that. And we have a massive pothole problem :( . Fine write. Viv x
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Date: 5/1/2018 12:44:00 PM
A we'll written verse Rhoda, sometimes a bad nights sleep can sink your spirits and nothing even a lovely sunrise or blue sky will lift you out it and ugly things you never really noticed before suddenly come into view somewhat magnified. Tom.
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 5/1/2018 4:43:00 PM
That is exactly what happened...but sometimes, I will view those things in a happy light and they are beautiful pieces of art...Weird eh? I'll try getting more sleep. Lol. Thanks for your support of my writing. You are truly a gem.
Date: 5/1/2018 8:58:00 AM
Such lovely creativity Rhoda!! This poem is truly a gem, Rhoda... Brava!!
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 5/1/2018 4:41:00 PM
Thank you so much, Robertina for your support and encouragement. You are a sweetheart.
Date: 5/1/2018 8:22:00 AM
Look where you're driving!...Wow...A well written moment on the road...So man things you can see and feel for here to there...
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Date: 5/1/2018 4:40:00 PM
Arturo! LOL..."Look where you are driving" You are such a card! Thank you for the visit and the comment. Yes...there are so many things to notice that most overlook. Those are the things that fascinate me the most.

Book: Shattered Sighs