From Night to Morning (Antologie)
Notes on the piano
haunting half steps
like spring rain on my heart
gentle at first
soothing
becomes a melody of
blue melancholy
penetrates deeply
erodes defenses
leaves me raw
is echoed in tears
that slide steadily down my face
neck
breasts
becomes my heartbeat
as I fold in on myself
to staunch the bleeding
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i liked the “melody of a blue melancholy”, three words that brings a plethora of feelings.
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Loss has been haunting me the last few days making me melancholy and in my head. Its a stirring
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it happens to me too Christine. usually an effect of the lunar positions. some days the melancholy just takes over my usually logical brain I feel suffocated. your stirrings produce amazing writing.
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Thank you
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