Best Woebegone Poems

My one true love is sadly gone,
a name upon stone I dwell on;
oh, do you recall the chiffon,
of my wedding dress in Bourgogne.
The green park...

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I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers 
have escaped me ~
grievous gray 
now flows through my veins.

I shiver melancholia,
entombed...

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A Tree is Like a Blank Book

A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on 
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and...

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Trickle tender tears - those that take their time
born to bathe and baptize bereavement;
dew drops cling to fragile petals of forlorn feelings ~

aged and alone
sentiments...

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I write-
mellifluous    sweet murmuring poems-
gossamer whispering words

a labyrinth     twisting     and turning

serendipity writes
and woebegone sadramblingswithtears
and...

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When I became a mother, tremendous joy filled my heart,
But little did I know about this journey at the start.
I thought I knew what Love...

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With shining eyes, the prettiest
advances leading all the rest.
She skips with glee beneath blue skies,
the prettiest with shining eyes.

The second, with a warming smile,
comes dressed...

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"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
                ...

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Christ, the Lord of all tomorrows
Lived a holy life of true worth
Died for me, the Man of sorrows

Angels proclaimed His virgin birth
The wise men came...

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on my-
diaphanous    gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone

flowers   far   and below

and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and...

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Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant,...

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I stand-
gazing     at the weathered    door-
beautiful    the knob is old brass

foliage   dark ...

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Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband’s hard-core.
Evermore, heart ticking, he goes on.
They don’t make his model any more.

Not cut out for college, he gathered...

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A SENSE OF EMPTINESS 

		Empty I feel inside,
		No emotions left within since you died,
		A black blankness that drains
		a hollow heart remains.
		Shackled to chasmic chains,
		Leftover is...

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"You shall not chase my gloom away!
There's such a charm in melancholy."
(Samuel Rogers, 1814)

I think, I was born under the shadow of melancholy.  I...

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