Engulfed in the ice of melancholy,
sadness dissects my joy
into sections of discontent.
My aching heart stutters and
craves for days that are all blue
with shadows that unlock spirits acquiescence.
The unrest of sadness tortures thoughts
hi jacking emotional harmony,
spinning a fabrication of forgotten dreams.
An unrelenting grey sky sadistically
uncoils my heart, poisoning my veins
with suspicions snake called self doubt.
Blossoms burst as spring struggles to take hold,
the cold taunts each morn while shiver sinks
her angry teeth inside my goose bumped flesh,
a vampire, a red eye with black blood.
Frozen creativity rumbles disturbed
by light deprivation followed by night.
Salty tears sting itchy eyes that blur disrupted by the
knowledge that sadness is beautiful.
And if you dream it,
happiness and sunlight will come.
© Anthea Slade 2010
By Anthea Slade 18 September 2010
It has been a long cold winter in Melbourne.
Some reflections on how season and weather effect mood.
Written on my iPhone early 18-9-10
Melancholy featured in Freedom In Words & Art 24 Sept 2010
Melancholy featured in Touched by Fire Home Page and Blog 19-9-10.
Tears of Beauty by Anthea Slade