Hungry for Sadness

Some days I am hungry for the sweet sadness
and the silence of the long gray afternoons
in my hometown library.
Alone with a pale green book,
I sat, always, at the quiet back window,
overlooking the fading snow.
The waterclock of unspoken words
(oh, my loneliness!)
as I wove dreams I frayed on fear.

Copyright Kay Winter

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One thought on “Hungry for Sadness

  1. Having_writ says:

    I can so relate to this poem, Kay. The sense of loneliness, aloneness . . . the library setting. I love the opening lines, “Some days I am hungry for the sweet sadness
    and the silence of the long gray afternoons
    in my hometown library.” I often dwell in sweet gray sadness and my heart is always yearning for the library when such mood creep over me. My solice, my solitude, my sanctuary. Nice to know I’m not alone. You capture moods so well, Kay. Beautiful.

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