Melancholy lies like a
deep ocean
In the nebulous gaze of
your eyes.
No grand waves, only
bland ripples,
Constantly moving like an
eternal dancer,
Graceful, gentle,
seductive,
And intimidating at once.
I have sailed in that
ocean
On a raft floating on the
ripples.
I longed to plumb the
depths,
But the fathomlessness
withheld me.
I wish I had the
recklessness
To dive into the briny
deeps.
The last time we met
I saw myself lying on the
waters
Like a phantasmagoric shadow.
Lovely poem indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteVery nice one.
ReplyDeleteThey say, melancholy is sweet..seems too bitter to me. Liked the imagery in your words.."no grand waves, only bland ripples..."
ReplyDeleteMelancholy has its own charms. Maybe the relative tranquillity. Glad you found the poem worth commenting on.
DeleteVery nice poem sir
DeleteNice to see you here, Merin.
DeleteAn absolute delight, Tom sir!
Delete"Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine.."
Yes, melancholy's shrines delight us in unique ways.
DeleteNice poem. A great read.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it.
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