The Melancholy Man and His Magic Pen
The melancholy man who loves a poem -
into a hidden room will now descend
to there unloose his mind and soul to roam;
his pen, meanwhile, grows a feathered end.
This implement can take away his pain
and harness it. When disappointment surges,
it marks his pondering in sad refrain;
then melancholy poetry emerges.
The plume dissolves. The poet lays aside
his special pen, while to their deepest shelf,
regrets return in his dark room to hide
until released again from inner self.
Like magic, when the quill begins to grow,
a smile molds the lips of the man of woe.
Tribute to Dan Tharp, an old poet friend
that lost contact with me and others in
the club where we met him. His poetry,
though sad at times, can be beautiful and
nostalgic.
For Francine Roberts' "tribute by Sonnet" Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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