Design

What if I architect the rules

Of melancholia ?

Winding the jewelry box,

A clairvoyant 

To my own device

 

Perhaps I print

Upon skies of blue

My blueprints--

 

Perhaps I lay the zodiacs 

Embroidering the night skies to my own liking

I craft the crossed stars

 

This night, I would create an eclipse--

The ceremonial

Of a million tragedies

 

I fashion the long spells

Of drought in winter

Perhaps. I fashion my own

Crooked ways.

 

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But let us not forget

The power of

Absence

 

The pull of gravity,

Let us not forget the moon,

And its craters--

 

The tide of the waters

Running just beneath our feet 

 

The pillars of space

The is-ness

In all its grandeur 

 

Let us not forget

The ebb and the flow,

 

The constellations

Laid out by the gods

 

After all these years, 

I may have forgotten--

Who is the true architect

Of melancholia?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

beautiful words of wisdom penned so wonderfully.

[Emily B]

these words are like a revelation, so smooth and rippling, almost like a peek behind a cloud

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. superbly written ... there are so many surprises in this piece ... you're right ... perhaps, none of us humans are the "architects of melancholia" ...