Poem #16 (March 18, 2024)

Melancholic Ode

dusk in a room, the boy stood

danced in a solo circle farandole

without music, breaks the thoughts for good

steps in goals, trips a ground hole

despair of perch, stands his way

sang a thought, the melancholic ode

grounded by the dreams of may

the hole is now his humble abode

dawn in the hole, the boy brood

danced a solo circle grandeur

without purpose, starts the thoughts of crude

climbs no soul, tries in another blur

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Notes

Ode style. Once again this style is lyrical but I think failed to make it musical. Oh well, I'm still happy with this poem but this one was truly hard to make hahaha. My poem juices aren't the best these days, so this was a tough one.