Melancholy is a dreary morning;
hidden within our souls
like mist spread over the marsh—
upon the stagnant waters
and the treetops
that refuse to drown.
Somber light slants through the window.
The sun lazes behind blankets of clouds.
Grey skies are all I see.
A tranquil yet almost uneasy atmosphere
rests over everyone.
No one dares to shrug it off.
Today is a day for soft musing and true thoughts,
it's sobering and uplifting at the same time.
There will be no more doubts by the end of this day.
A chilly wind breezes over cool skin as
colors are dimmed and speeds are slowed.
Nothing resists the sleepy pull of these grey days.
somber sullen clouds
gray Acheronian sky
day for a murder
despair
dusts hearts dreary
draped in stark pain debris
that angst next dresses more hopeless
depressed
Midnight Dreary
An endless sludge. Day to day. Pray to pray.
Pray that deep water goes away.
Pray that exhaustion no longer
comes out to play.
The spirits are dim here,
they sit by as I shed a tear.
Quiet natural, for if my tears were heard,
the question would be if I were absurd.
For no one cries when a fairy slowly dies.
For no one sheds a tear-
it is only me, I fear-
to go back to the blazing hallway lights,
back to the dreams that keep me up all night.
The clock strikes three-
and the spirits that be
come to dwindle in the light.
The fairies and their feather
assure me they're not gone forever.
But my pen, it grows weary,
and once upon a midnight dreary, they give me
the gift of sight.
They follow me around, still to this day,
and cry out
callooh, callay,
for I still believe
in their magic and their power.
Look around the circle and you shall find-
the little folk who live their lives.
Oh, how secret and devine.
On dreary morns when rain is nigh
I'm weary of the misty sky
when Autumn's season comes to call
and russet leaves begin to fall.
To Summer I whisper, "Goodbye."
The lilacs petals wilt and die.
Blustery winds cause me to sigh.
Can't cajole them to stop or stall
on dreary morns.
No slumber when things are awry.
Maybe an etching I should try.
Strumming my guitar won't forestall
time that now has come to a crawl.
Foul weather I can't mollify
on dreary morns.
nothing but dark gloom
thunders roars and harsh rains drops
to screw up your day
gray gloomy clouds roam
birds are quiet with no sun
almost in a fog
There was a time
Of life with joy and happiness
Not a single concern
Now I just have regrets to look back at
Little by little
The steps I take come to naught
Sadness and self pity
Make myself filled with apathy
With cowardliness as my virtue,
Of living a fulfilled life
I dream of everyday
Whilst the world dismantles my reality
Thorns and rusty nails form my way
In every step I take
All I have are flesh wounds and bleeding feet to show for
My days are filled with frenzied motions
Going through the moves
I end up as a saddlebag
Filled with useless rocks
Fear and regret as they’re my arms
Despair and desperation are my limbs
I trudge on, unable to shake off
Dreams and wants drawn and quartered by my fears and incapacitation
Thank you God for making me a coward.
Lulled into a drugged dreamless sleep,
She slips into shadowy sighs,
Lost beyond her reach, somewhere deep,
Unmoving, like a log, she lies.
When she wakes, weariness remains,
Is there a way out of these chains?
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From on high, only by Him
How throned o'er, thought of?
When as prompt, through each flash
Rainbow's, ray's, re-sent
The heartening mercy!
The heart-warming love!
To believe, must we bear
Full-faced God's descent?
I'm resting on a gloomy shore.
I'm surrounded by a pulsing roar.
In the water, flowers bloom
Underneath the silver dune.
I'm always falling in this lagoon,
Floating in a never-ending trance.
Interlude with a hazy moon
In my youth, I fell in a romance.
There isn't a sound of mine in the sky.
This is a silent kiss upon my cry,
Draining the seas of thine, dry.
I’m resting on a gloomy desert.
I’m surrounded by a calming song.
In the sand, no flowers drink;
Underneath a gray dune I lay along,
My withering soul will sink.
A poem for the loved ones we've lost.
I awoke this lonely, dreary, day
to all the clouds of steely gray
life's vibrant colors losing hue
with not but empty things to do
Till the rain falls in its contempt
To mock the many tears I've spent
its blurring haze caused disarray
Drowns the mind of things we'd say
Sat there by windows of the past
these things in life that never last
My broken thoughts, storm through
As I awoke this day still missing you
Another dreary morning in heaven all for us
We stop dancing, listen to the angel's chorus
We have heard it a million or so times in pain
Attendance required for all who've yet to gain
An exalted place before the golden celestial throne
Everyone except for James and John, they're done.
Perhaps, I shall stroll down to heaven's gates
Peek through the bars and see who there awaits
Thousands and thousands are in the multitude
Seeking next day entry, a thousand years or two
Deathly sick, the suffering, the accident-prone
Every nationality, religious persuasion, and skin tone
Soon, that is a hundred million years or more sharp,
We sing Amazing Grace, while David plays the harp
In the tedious afternoon, we file a trillion prayers
Sent up by the faithful listing all their cares
Yesterday and tomorrow never seem to come about
I must return this diadem, I think I hear a shout.
JOURNEY MIND MAP (4/25) — DREARY
Heap hope here
Spice sweet spheres
Spoon by spoon
Lulls old boon
See poise stake
Doom’s last take
Glimpse truth here
Late lost spheres
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 January 2021
Singapore
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