I Cloak My Sadness Well

Thanks Robert--for this and the mail. Shakespeare once wrote, "Brevity is the soul of wit." I luv that. In the years I have taught poetry, the main thing I tell the kids that distinguishes poetry from prose, is the economy of language--the ability to say a lot with a little--and without the constraints of grammar. Works for me :)

Thank you Lucilla. A fool in the romantic sense...if there is such a thing. I appreciate your words of encouragement, and will look forward to tomorrow being a better day...hugs...Mel :)

Aloha! Thank you for the visit, Connie, and for the kind comment. There's pain, al right. In this poem, there is no dawn. Glad you liked it, and appreciated its darkness and brevity. Hope all is well there on the Islands:) Hugs...Mel :)

Plenty of room. I could use the company. Hey, maybe then I wouldn't need the quilt. I spend a lot of time at the local mall--with my work, and I see hundreds of apparently happy couples. Why not me, I wonder? A rhetorical question, I guess. Hugs :)

That's not right. Move here. Sunny, movie stars and a million things to see and do. And with me, you're always safe :) Hugs and smiles....Mel

Thank you Richard...I tried :) Smiles and blessings my friend...Mel :)

Thank you Arthur. I can always count on you to generously comment. I'm very glad you liked the poem, for if I have a talent at all, it's playing with words. Hope all is well and good, my friend...Mel

Does come with the territory. The creative mind is a peculiar and sometimes sad and lonely place to be. Aren't I lucky? Hugs and smiles, babe...Mel :)

I knew that, but hit the wrong form. I changed it, though. Thanks for the visit and concern. It's greatly appreciated. Things will brighten up, but it's going to be a tough few days. Oh well. All the best...Mel :)