there is no end to this blank road
no rest-stopping on the map
it’s a trap
slows me down, find a noun
to fill up the gap
sing, jog, dance, prance, love in ink
push words to the brink
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Today at d’Verse Poets Pub we’re listening to some cool jazz.
Thanks to Bjorn for this Open Link Night
I decided to try another Melancholia
rhymeswithbug 
I’ve never heard of a Melancholia…will have to check that out. Your poem does have a certain jazzy sound to it too.
Gayle ~
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Thanks 🙂 !
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I think an empty road fits the concept of melancholia very well. It’s like being on the move without ever going anywhere…
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Thanks! 🙂
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A quick shot in the arm of rhythm and sound in this jaunty poem (despite its melancholic sounding title).
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thanks! 🙂 . it was fun to write.
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I love the idea of “pushing words”. Wonderful.
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thanks so much!
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The line, “slows me down, find a noun” is wonderful word play!
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thanks!
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Nice response ~ I specially like:
love in ink
push words to the brink
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many thanks!
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Wow! Intriguing form 🙂 will have to check it out. Love this 😀
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thanks! it was fun to write
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I really like the form & the beat! Will have to check out the form.
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thanks! give it a try, it’s kinda fun.
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Ah.. yes..
nouns fill
INgaps..
Verbs
Live
iS
NOW..:)
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thanks! ah,yes indeed!
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Smiles..:)!
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