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Indulging in Melancholy

Contributed by blithe29 on Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 05:40:15 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



Just as the smoke rising freely above these cigarettes

Or watching the sun dimming while it sets

Just as a leaf enjoying its fall from that tree

Or watching the bird in that cage wanting to be free

While drifting farther away from home on this ferry

Not knowing what the future holds after that last glass of sherry

Praying at least this soul underneath is still holy

A time like this, I’m indulging in the bitter sweetness of melancholy.

It isn’t sadness or depression at this stage

Nor manic, irrational, impulsive rage

Although sour in the beginning, the sensations of calmness follow

To a dimension of complexity and yet hollow

It’s a time like this when you are laying in between the intangible and flesh that unwillingly you are indulging in melancholy.

1/17/12
Blithe29
(Sherry Huo)




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Re: Indulging in Melancholy (User Rating: 1 )
by Banjosandwitch on Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 06:16:41 AM AEST
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nice poetry -i'm a mix of all sorts spanish moor, irish, english and american but i'm creative and i thank the gene pool for that


Re: Indulging in Melancholy (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 06:32:12 AM AEST
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Indulging in melancholy was obviously the right canvass in order for the artist to paint a definitive picture of a state of complexity before,as with the storm, the calm.


Re: Indulging in Melancholy (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Tuesday, 17th January 2012 @ 11:12:54 AM AEST
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Sherry. What a beautiful first
and last name you have. I want
to tell you that you are not a Chinese
American any longer. You are an
American, plain and simple. However,
you are of a proud Chinese heritage,
and you should be. Your ancestors
are honorable people. Every American
has a bloodline from somewhere else.
Mine is Scotland. But I never call
myself Scottish American even though
the Great Poet Robt Burns is in my family
tree. I am an American. And so my friend
are you! Blessings, Robert Edgar Burns (Rob)




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