
Melancholy
A thought turned over in my mind; melancholy morning mulling over the rumors of his return that never will be.
I do not believe in love, but the hunger is ripe like rotted apples decaying in the sun, puddles splashing along the thought.
Love me,
I used to say,
but, rotting apples decay.
Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews
Oooh! I love this poem. Great job
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Thank you, Jason, for reading my blog. I am currently putting together a second poetry book. I am including some short stories in the book, also. I would be interested in getting your feedback on my “Life at the End of the Rainbow” poetry book. It is available on Amazon in paperback as well as on Kindle. I self-published it last summer with Create Space. Create Space got replaced by Amazon. I actually found Create Space to be more user friendly than Amazon/Kindle. I am thinking about self-publishing again, but with a local press. Wish me luck. Thanks again.
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Wow, your writing is intense, very powerful, palpable.
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