When will this din of boring sameness
Give way to refreshing turns ahead,
And eradicate these afflicting days
And make them charming instead?
When shall the lonely heart
Feel Nature her warmth impart,
And bring to a full soothing end
These chills that all yearning bend?
When shall this endless wait fade
And the awaited glory at last appear,
And disgrace to warm solace turn,
And realized hope abolish all fear?
Let mirthless turns and tides of fate
Bring what they will as I sit and wait.
The corn has ripened.
With it is the wizened laughter of a
Mirthless age, showing ashy teeth
Of dappled cowries.
A flavescence so bantered by the courage
Of wilting bloom!
Sadly, sea waves truss the feet of
Burning skies, loosening the tongues of beaches,
Which, with ague, recline on cold, cringing currents.
Old cats mourn the fall of strafed pillars
Burrowing through silt-buried kennels re-grassed for the
Salutation of new vistas.
Love falls like rain,
Onto my waxed face.
Blending into tears of pain,
From an unknown place.
I can’t think straight,
I can’t see clearly,
I can’t love anymore.
My sight blurred from burning,
Spits of acidic fear that hide in my facade.
My stomach churns; flipping and turning,
On the icy disregard.
Why I can’t I find help
In anywhere I seek?
The cry of a dozen friends stifled out
By the downpour of the weak.
I slip in weeping puddles,
That line the mirthless floor:
Singing double, double toil and trouble,
A chant I’ve heard before.
The scores of a thousands follies
Shriek the scores of isolation.
How can I live when
A simple rain does drown me out?
So I shall lift my hood,
And hide from the stormy water.
Wishing my life would
Soon become shorter.
The paring knife of winter
undams the dense brown
blood. Asps awaken and seethe—.
Twining stems sweat,
Irregular coralla dance
around your feet, pray at your altar.
Children of the soil, meek
and mirthless—no currency
save the smooth skin of spring.
Flexous philosophies, grown
splendidly in the shade
do not flower well in sunlight.
Black axillaries, soft feather!
Cower in the green heat,
pull away in kindness.
The slate gray scrape of whetstone
Sunlight sharpens her blade—
a smile carved through the clouds.
Mournful melancholy makes her miserable,
Murky moods move her to morosity,
She's miffed and morbid, her mind is mourning,
Moping about in mellow melancholia,
Marred in misery, misty-eyed, she's mortified,
Melting in maddening malaise of malcontentment,
Malfunctioning malignancy has made her mean,
Melodramatic memories magnify her misfortune,
This monotonous, mundane, mirthless morning,
She's a mangled mess of merciless moaning,
A mere mortal mutilated by melancholic musings.
9th May 2023
Contest: Anatomy of Melancholy
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
We gleaned glow
With blood pulled from earth
Oil sifting.
From earth depths
Battling the awful onslaught
We're drenched turn mirthless
En mar sin olas,
sin peces,
sin mareas,
la vida no tiene riesgo,
pero no tiene aventura...
No és por lo tanto vida...
En caminos
sin ventura,
sin alegria,
sin sueños... puede que no tenga
dolor ni amargura,
pero continua no siendo vida...
Sin todo lo que hace vida,
sin nada que vibra, la vida
és una ola chica, pero
no és la jornada,
no és verdadera
vida... !
WAVES OF LIFE
In sea without waves,
without fish,
without tides,
life has no risk,
but he has no adventure ...
It is therefore not life ...
On roads
without luck,
mirthless,
dreamless ... may not have
pain or bitterness,
but it is still not life ...
Without everything that makes life
with nothing that vibrates, life
it's a small wave , but
it is not the journey,
it's not true
lifetime... !
a delusory warm sunlight glow breaks in cracks
through the curtains in my room
energy leaves my body
as my breath is breathed into aching lungs
a haze encircles the breeze through the window
mirthless scenes begin, touching deep
dragging me down under
a happiness once felt, only brief
unbending alliances drift into my head
loss reverberates in droves
savage in it's descent
compassion destroying my senses
wild ashen gasps are delivered into the air
worn out from the drain
of surrendering to the senses
dissipation blurring the cost
as the bodies pass by, living in prism-ed hours
relief now only contained in my four walls
eyes close to balm
in the downcast chill that night's gift brings
When swift wind is blowing
and birds free breeze the dale
my hopeless heart is lightened
gone the gloomy gale.
When sweet child is playing
and laughs full loud with glee
my mirthless mind is gladdened
gone the sorrowed sea.
When mauve moon is rising
and stars shine through the night
my shadowed soul is brightened
gone the bleary blight.
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I close my eyes
Sensing the warmth of the sun on my face
Sitting all alone on this dock
My mind wanders to you
I Inhale the warm evening air deep into my lungs
Trying to drown out the clatter in my head
Willing my thoughts to focus on my breath
Hoping to ease the longing still felt in my heart
A year ago, I was in much the same place
Struggling to end the tears
Counting down the days
Awaiting your return
Tonight, the lake is calm and still
Unlike that of my anxious thoughts
This time the wait has no end
The depth of the pain, deeper
The void, emptier
But still, my thoughts wander to you
And I wonder if your thoughts are wandering too
August 19, 2020
@katladyt_
Every night I lay here alone,
remembering; wailing.
I love the night shadows:
it’s all about the stillness.
There are no stars out tonight,
only a lonely, empty sky.
The hue-less wind passes,
and it cries un-seen.
Trembling elm trees nod at the moon,
that floods the field with shallow, blanching light.
Along the pallid edge of the quiet sky,
this mortal scene stands aloft in wisdom.
Then the anguish of my heart,
absolves my eyes.
And my shrouded body starts quivering,
and my mirthless cries rake the enchanted night…
I had a dream
A horrific one, I deem
I saw a shadow
One of a man taller by ten, he seem
He had two pointed edges at his head
His body seemed to disapparate like heating lead
His legs never moved
But he was chasing me
desperately,
Through this alien light
Behind me
He was snarling, trying to grasp me, blight
I looked back from the gate
And I saw
A corrupted version
Of me
And he
was chained back into the.
Dark,
Lightless,
Mirthless,
Void.
Drowning in a mirthless salty ocean of pitch black memories
Your chromophobic soul punctured with vibrant cobalt blue scars
Your bloodycrimson tears painted with dull shades of smiles and stories
My yellow sunshine veiled by the drowning ache in your stitched heart
That golden twinkle of wisdom in your soul fading away into oblivion
All the green shades of jealousy my palate of a face portrayed when your lips sketched her name
The orange cloud of happiness that trapped us within the fragile flames of fire
Playing with pink knives of love and swallowing the melancholy to remain sane
We smudged those neon colours into the white papers of the book of our doomed love
We go up in flames, we cry, we break, but let's stay together, right here right now.
Laughter will hunger for your mouth
On mornings that break ominous,
Though the cold shoulder from above
Shoves from view all that’s luminous.
When breezes wheeze, die in your hair,
Laughter will hunger for your mouth.
Rheumatic boughs point at Sol’s lair,
Where rays wait like a virgin dove.
Daydreams may furl their wings and pout,
And song wither in every throat,
Laughter will hunger for your mouth,
When twilight hoists colors afloat.
The promise by today unkept
Returns to mirthless angels rout.
Long as the last tear is unwept,
Laughter will hunger for your mouth.
I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers
have escaped me ~
grievous gray
now flows through my veins.
I shiver melancholia,
entombed with my winter blues
in the dark dreamless hollow
of my frowning igloo.
Draped in decor of dispirited drear
I wear a wistful woebegone fog,
an overcoat of overcast moods.
I weep wall to wall
in the listless light-less nights
alone with my lonely longings—
my psyche withers
like a frost-stunned leaf;
I shrivel
a little more each dull day.
I shiver sadness.
My colorless tears
cry out loud for color!
I yearn for watermelon sunsets
pink sands and tiki cocktails swirled
with swizzle stick glee.
I wish for rainbows to color
my lackluster laughter
and crave for fireworks to celebrate
in my mirthless eyes—
restless for Sol’s warm hands
to tenderly undress and caress me
and lay bare my soul
straitjacketed by winter blues.
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