Melancholia

Torn with rabid guilt,
my melancholy mood
is humoured by ephemeral visions
of exciting validity.
Innocuous to the truth,
fleets of jet black clouds
cumulating
on the horizon
of infinity.
Rain splashing teardrops
Of indolence upon
my shattered dreams,
uttering husky treats of anarchy.
Left alone in the
steamy mist of recognition,
my mood is replenished once and forever
by sons and grandchildren
far beyond
the dyes of darkness.
Bewildered by belligerence,
delivered by eternity
to a fĂȘte a la vie,
the rosemary stocked
in the garden of yearning.
To see the Chinese trap
a coherence of existential withering
upon my mood of melancholy.
Boredom within the wisdom
of exorcising the brains traits
of sluggish snail paths,
silver glistening.
Redemption wantingly grown from
the harbours of political faith
and philosophical bait.
My mind is crucified
yet another day
upon my mood of melancholy

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Comments

skinner_jennifer | September 12, 2010 - 11:03

Hi Pia,
This is a very strange poem, I don't quite know what
to say about it, it seems to be a mixture of emotions.
Jenny.

Highhat | September 12, 2010 - 11:18

the underlying emotion, Jenny, does not really show I think. Yes a lot of words but it was mainly a feeling of being melancholy with a sort of a devil in me at the same time. Yes strange ;)
pia

alphadog1 | September 12, 2010 - 13:22

its the lack of grammar... and it works, especially in conveying free thought. But perhaps, taking through the mill of the mind, body and soul might add to it... just a thought.

Highhat | September 12, 2010 - 13:31

Thank you alphadog- just had a look over it and did my best!!
pia ;)

alphadog1 | September 12, 2010 - 14:07

it is better but do you think it's better... ;0) I grind mine through 4 stages... my pcs full of half stories incomplete poems, a liturgy of fury, compassion and drunken apology's...if you see what I mean. I loved it both with grammar and without. I do love your turn of phrase. Those first two sentences grab my heart. good job.
On other thoughts, I considered writing my poetry under a pseudonym, I have even had her name running through my head... after all, my work might have a little more credibility if people thought it was written by a lithe, Gothic influenced lesbian from Chicago; rather than a semi-balding middle aged fat man from Steyning on the south coast of England.

Highhat | September 12, 2010 - 14:50

I'm not sure about pseudonyms. You can't know who's behind it, anyway.
I really appreciate your comment. Thanks. Really glad you liked it. I wasn't too sure as there was a little devil in me when I wrote it ;) But I think the punctuation did make it a bit better. Thanks for highlighting it
pia ;)

alphadog1 | September 12, 2010 - 14:53

Yeah. but don't we use other nick names here? I think I will use the name I have in my head for something else... It wouldn't be going around in there if its not for a reason.

Kahdai | September 12, 2010 - 21:39

Wow this poem is spooky Pia, I like it anyway,
especially these pictures,
fleets of jet black clouds
cumulating
on the horizon
of infinity.
Rain splashing teardrops
Of indolence upon
my shattered dreams,
uttering husky treats of anarchy.
Left alone in the
steamy mist of recognition,
Its like a dramatic theatre movie thing! K :)

Kahdai | September 12, 2010 - 21:42

alphadog1- You have already described the character, she could become a story? K

Highhat | September 13, 2010 - 08:09

That's what I thought too Kahdai- (re: alphadog )

Highhat | September 13, 2010 - 08:10

Kahdai- thanks for the comment.
pia;)

darkenwolf | September 14, 2010 - 17:35

how can you describe melancholy? the poem does it beautifully the whole point is to be kind of mixed up and raving you did it brilliantly
;)

Highhat | September 14, 2010 - 18:51

great thanks that is really rewarding because you captured my whole feeling of mixed emotions. Thank you darkenwolf for the comment ;)