A Commentary On Comments
Melancholy days, listless, all through
Then, out of the blue,
A comment comes along to cheer you
My friends, I feared I had reached the end
Those words, once so lively and hale
Now crumble, numb, on my tongue
Tasteless and stale
Repetitive rut, creative gangrene
(Seriously, how many similes
for sunsets can there be?)
No flair to wear, no colors seen
Then kindness, unexpected, left in a note
A flicker, stirring, a melody spoke
Your remarks can mean more than they seem
A trickle, then sparks into a flowing stream
So when the page is blank, the well is dry
With a little help from my friends to get by
Perhaps - I can give it - one more try.
10/04/19
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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