Melancholy Soul
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Poetry/Haibun/Melancholy Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1551-274-01
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written June 01, 2023
for the Premiere contest, Eight Word Challenge
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 06/22/2023
Third Place
"Sometimes, we are stabbed by life's death knife:
and we fall into grief, detached, and introverted,
but, with courage, we spread our wings and soar!"
Quote by _Constance
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After, I was told about his death, I became withdrawn, quiet and detached.
He was my beloved, our life was planned and would be perfect he had said.
Life had no meaning for me anymore, I was shattered in my spirit and soul.
I would not eat, or sleep, or speak. I spent my days in wistful contemplation,
forlorn, lost and mournful. I was far distant and wrapped in my dark grief,
I wore it like a shroud. Each nostalgic memory was just a gloomy sentiment.
My loving, caring parents held me to their hearts and I loved them for that .
the birds still sing songs
the trees still sway in the wind ~
whispering come come
My future looked dark grim and a deep depression shadowed me day and
night. It was always right there, beside me, behind me, and in front of me.
It was heavy like a huge rock holding me down. Leaving me breathless.
My thoughts and feelings were dreary, clouded, muddled and quite desolate.
Oh, it was decaying my health, each day I was getting weaker and I knew
that my beloved would not want this. So, I ate, I slept, I spoke, I wept tears.
I shook off the melancholy spreading my wings like a bird soaring.
one morn the sun shone
the forest was so lush green ~
so I danced with trees
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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