oh, my darling

queer-with-a-pen

does the melancholy come

before the sorrow

or is it the other way around?

does being a fool make

me a poet

or am i a poet because

i was first a fool?

if my hands were steady

enough to hold an instrument

i could be your darling bardling

and sing you into immortality

but my voice is as shaky

as the rest of me

even when you’re not around

and there’s nothing poetic about

a bard that can’t hold a note

without going all to shambles

is there, my love?

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Goldfinch60 April 4th, 2020 01:46
A bard who may not be able to hold a note but can certainly show their love in their words - shaky or otherwise. Love is always strong.

Andy
- queer-with-a-penApril 4th, 2020 02:04
  It’s one of those nights where anything kind makes me weepy. Thank you so much, and thank you for reading my work. This is the shortest poem I’ve written in a while, and I am glad you liked it enough to comment.
MendedFences27 April 4th, 2020 16:22
This poem may be short, but it says a lot. It exudes the melancholy/sorrow of a lost or failing love. The emotion of a separation or ending can cause one to physically tremble. The writers pain is felt by those who read this. A great communication of love's darker side. - Phil A.
- queer-with-a-penApril 4th, 2020 17:48
  Thank you for the kind words, and for reading my work! I’m not usually one for short poems, but I like the simplicity of this one a lot. Bit too good at unrequited love, I’m afraid.

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