Regardless of the dull weather and overcast sky, we did give proof of sharing deep feelings today, didn’t we?
So post your great "feelings", share them. Your poems were music to my ears today, so why not sharing them with whoevever may wish to read them?
MELANCHOLY is the colour of cloudy skies and rainy days; it’s the colour of pulluted Beijing and swarming New York.
I feel it when I feel lonely and isolated, I feel it when I’m caged, I feel it when I’m not understdoo, I feel it when there’s indifference and lack of sympathy around me.
It sounds like heavy stamping soldiers, a maddening stamped of angry buffalos, the deafening sound of hoofs on a cobbled street, the flat voice of a person you care for who utters the slashing words "I don’t care".
When we live with melancholy
We lose the beauty in us
we let our ‘inner chords’ rust away
we step towards the realm of Life in Death
It tastes of metal and when it is in your mouth you can’t spit it, it gets attached to your teeth and your palate
I see it in my ‘species’
I dream of MELANCHOLY when I read appalling news in the paper or watch stupid TV programmes
And I hope that one day MELANCHOLY will disappear from the dictionary of mankind, never to make its return.