#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 13 13.11.22
Prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem. I chose ‘Evening, Melancholy 1’ by Edvard Munch
The World Cannot Hold I wonder, was it the second dram or my under mood, who knows, empiricism be damned, this creeping darkness has me by the thinness of my tender throat, and I cannot make the sounds of words necessary for the expected divination that would lift the melan wide, returning me to myself, why so fast, perhaps, and I think it's true, the world cannot hold much melancholia to itself, but I would like to sit with it for a while. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
parallax 
There is a kind of ache that comes with melancholy, that while it hurts, lets us know we’re alive.
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I know just what you mean, VJ. When I was in high school, I called it “exquisite melancholy.”
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Yes! You have forever been a poet, Liz.
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Yes indeed, that feeling is so real for me too.
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Yes, I so agree VJ, and thank you
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Welcome, Paul
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Excellent
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Thank you cheryl
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Lovely lines!
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Many thanks Veera.
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There speaks a true poet!
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Very kind Ana, thank you
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Sad but true.
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Agreed Rupali
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I find see nothing wrong with sitting with one’s melancholia for a time.
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I have learned that it helps to work with it and learn. For me it often linked to the shadow stuff. Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Deep with meaning and sadness – beautiful poem
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Thank you so much 🙂
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