Melancholic Ache
On Being Virginia Woolf
Melancholic haze of fall’s ache whispers,
Beckoning like surging waves upon the wind
To create a shadowed veil from depression’s
Already foreboding sensations it sends -
Fleeting aspirations, like withered brown leaves,
Drift, scattering across the gardens of my heart
With deep-seated wistfulness of emotion's platitudes
Whilst ceasing never in its quest to thwart
The solitude of long sought after, evasive peace;
Strengthening, it wreaks havoc with all doubt, and
Dryness of the soul’s river expands, imitating
The heart’s long starved, thirst driven drought.
With the fall’s ache comes a residual of murmurs,
Mirroring a lack of any abiding hope in sight
As winter’s encroaching call - my destiny - creeps to
Impending death, reminiscent of a failing plight.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Really emotional ☺
Deep and nostalgic waves of emotions here. Congrats.
Cindy Calder, Congratulations !
Cindy!!!!!!! Congrats on honourable mention for most discussed story this week!! 😁
Oh!!! This was exactly what I needed to feel my melancholia... it's been feeling a touch neglected lately, so thank you for that!! 😊
Through the dryness of melancholy, true love and blessing always emerge. Very expressive writing, liberated from labels and a rich representation of inner emotions.
beautiful and lovely
This is gorgeous, Cindy. Well done.
So masterfully done!! Such gorgeously-spun language! BRAVO!
You do have a way of with words that describes how man and nature co-exist through all seasons. Great work.
Dryness of the soul’s river expands, imitating The heart’s long starved, thirst driven drought. ...emptied my heart chambers. Well done.
You have a special way of writing about nature in relation to life
I love those dried, dying aspirations. Well, also I don't. Too close to home!
Oh my, this was so poignant yet so beautiful! Gosh this was so magnificent!
This is really sad. I feel the bleakness of this despite the descriptiveness of the imagery. It's like a wind down slowly acknowledging death's approach. Very good, Cindy. Very good Indeed.
Gorgeous and powerful. Thanks for writing this!
Firstly, this is beautifully evocative of autumn's prophetic warning that winter comes hard on its heels and with it a kind of death. Ordinarily with the seasons, spring promises resurrection. But this poem has multiple layers as the subtitle warns, fleeting aspirations ultimately leading to the loss of peace, then to loss of hope and finally to death. Really fine and thought-provoking poetry, Cindy! I assume that you have read Virginia Woolf and at the very least know enough about her to know how she died. Consequently, I'm curious about your reason for your subtitle On Being Virginia Woolf, but only if you don't mind sharing.
Profound and beautifully written ode, Cindy.
So many rich and poignant layers to this! Masterfully done, Cindy!