Patina Of July

Woebegone – Word of the Day


The Blackwood River, winter is here.



you camped at my window.
The constant patter of your tears
blurring, intangible,
drawing me to uncertanity.

the ache of melancholy,
grey clouds,
heavy laden.

Tears born of sadness,
become streams of redemption.
Washed earth

I opened my window
and bathed in your wellspring.
You drank my darkness,
I swallowed your love.

©Paul Cannon




Filed under life, love, nature, poetry, seasons

15 responses to “Patina Of July

  1. Hayley (Washable Words)

    Gorgeous. I shouldn’t enjoy melancholy so much, but I can’t help it! Especially when there’s writing like yours!

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  2. lync56

    Wow that is deep!!


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  3. lync56

    Sorry I missed the first word – ons second reading Wow that is beautiful


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  5. MNL

    to say I loved this love poem seem inadequate. it gave me chills. amazing.

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