in the solitude of my thoughts
I lay forgotten
in an empty room
as if poured from a pitcher
onto smooth glass
idly reach out with index finger
to trace deepening shadows
on the white wall
of an imaginary landscape
that I long to escape to
as twilight falls soft
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8 thoughts on “Melancholia”
Very soft poem that I appreciate at the moment. Sometimes wish I could dissolve into the half light. Peace D xxx
So sorry D- I know all too well what that is like.
I can’t think of an image of relaxation or lethargy more complete than, “as if poured from a pitcher / onto smooth glass / thin
It is a vivid mental image.
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Christine Ray – A time of outer quiet
Christine, I just love the way you paint pictures with your words! Really great post!
Thank you Chuck- so glad that you enjoyed it.
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