The Little Seafront House
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Complete, First published Jul 08, 2024
A short story-poem I wrote about a little boy and a house (to put it simply). I've heard the term 'a love letter to life', and I would like to think it's like that. It speaks of life, love (in its many forms), loss, and the inevitable passing of time, and how maybe we need not fear it. Do you ever think about what's real and what's not? Reality, I suppose, but also what lives inside our heads; from imaginary childhood friends to the strange thing that is 'life'. Anyway, I think it can be whatever you want it to be; there is no singular label or tag to define poetry, just as there is no linear definition of 'love', though society sometimes seems to think so. But I shall deposit this poem into the world and hope just one other person can find as much joy in it as I have :)
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.