Blue Mood : A Fold Poem
When she left him, sadness reigned
Supreme, in every aspect of his being;
It's hard to say why, everytime it rained
He picked up his guitar, but never shed a tear;
Still, when she left him, sadness reigned;
Music can stir the soul in every way,
In every emotional state named,
Yet he choose the rain, to strum
Away those feelings, that to him pained
A heavy heart, heavier than a paint brush,
Truely when she left him, sadness reigned
© gillena cox 2025
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Beautiful, beautiful writing, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Nolcha
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"A heavy heart, heavier than a paintbrush": the ekphrastic resonates so vividly with the blue brush strokes, the paintbrush relaying the pain. I love the way you use the fold form, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Dora
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You expressed the heartbreak of the character perfectly and beautifully.
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