Today

The liquid is black beneath

I am drained and filled at once by its infinite motion and what I must give of myself to remain still upon it

Surrounded

Lukewarm wind parts to accommodate my body and for a moment I am only the space between salt water and air

I wear my melancholy tinted glasses; there is sadness in the beauty

Content in yearning for something more
Both perfect and flawed, humbled and awed
Priveledged and undeserving

Eternally grateful

Blissfully aware of insignificance and consciousness

Everything and nothing in unison

Today

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was a melancholy and introspective piece. I've known sadness in beauty. It reminds me of a quiet and cloudy day when I want only to lie in bed curled up with a good book. Your writing is wonderful to read.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Sad and pensive write; poetically executed to situate the reader into thinking/questioning the content! Good piece ... :-)

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There definitely is a beauty in sadness; it consumes all of our Today'and sometimes our Tomorrow's as well.

The comparison with liquid is interesting; very different from the usual metaphors for melancholy. I hope your liquid reaches its clear blue state very soon. Nice work.

[barleygirl]

This is the second poem I've read about "melancholy" in a row -- both very different, but much appreciated. I rarely see another person celebrating all the things you describe so gently in your poem. Sometimes this feeling of melancholy can be more interesting than when everything is perfect & predictable! Your details are well chosen to paint the scene & feelings in words (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[danielle.]

You get it, I’m glad. Thanks for taking the time xx