Saturday, February 15, 2014


A melancholy day at best…
a pall weighs down upon this soul
that words do little to console

I function like a man possessed
no longer whole, I play a role
while open wound remains abscessed

Unspoken loss exacts its toll...
  on melancholy day, at best.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

For someone dear to me on their birthday, celebrating a year of "firsts" after loss. My words on one of the almost daily photos he has shared. 


  1. heavy verse..the wounds we carry, especially the losses
    the loss of someone special wears like a cloak.

    i hope they have a good birthday regardless.

  2. A very empathetic piece Ginny. The "Absence" in the title and "absessed" of L6 add a to the rhymes of the form.


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