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(Detail from “1 Mississippi” by Karin Gustafson

Melancholy (Maybe?)

Come to me my melancholy baby.
          Come over here girl,
Cuddle up and don’t be blue,
          ‘N cut your frownin’.
All your fears are foolish fancies, maybe
          You listen to that gabbin’ roundin’?
You know, honey, I’m in love with you.
          Don’t you know I love you, gal?
Every cloud must have a silver lining
          Things’ just about to look up, Hon;
Just wait until the sun shines through.
          Just you wait and come some fun.
Smile, my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear
          So, give me a kiss, don’t you pout–
Or else I shall be melancholy too
          Or else you gonna bum me out. 

To hear the poem/song click this title:  Melancholy Maybe

If you want a good if sorrowful LAUGH, I  urge you to listen to the above recording of the above poem, half of which is sung by yours truly.  (Yes, I have a sore throat, poor equipment, and all the rest of the usual excuses, all in this case true!)

I am posting the above for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics challenge, hosted today by the wonderful (if sometimes grim) poet Stu MacPherson.  He asks us to instill our work with some combination of melancholy and beauty.  My poem (for those who don’t recognize it) borrows all of its non-italicized phrases from the lyrics to the beautiful song, My Melancholy Baby,  written by Marc Shaiman, Ernie Burnett, and George Norton.

Check out dVerse.  And my books! poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE,  (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco).    1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape.