Melancholy
Aug 5 2022
Melancholy.
A feeling of thoughtful sadness
with no apparent cause.
If you dissect the word
you get black bile,
so time has clearly softened
the caustic resentment
it once implied.
A word
for when you’re at a loose end
in quiet contemplation
on a dull rainy day.
One of those all-day rains
that's steady, not hard;
soaking into ground
instead of overflowing,
and, like mellow jazz
plays gently on the roof
instead of hammering down.
The way a jazz drummer
is far more comfortable
lightly brushing a snare
than rocking out.
Hard to tell
if this feels good or bad.
To people like me
who tend to be pensive
and introspective
it can be pleasant enough.
When am I not melancholy?
But a man of action, I suspect
would fidget restlessly,
searching desperately
for any distraction
any way out.
End up in the rain
just to get away from himself;
hair plastered down,
feet squishing
in swamped shoes
sopping socks.
And someone prone to depression
would descend even deeper into despair,
ruminating
raising doubts
second guessing.
Rain
runs down the glass
in erratic rivulets.
And while the light has steadily dimmed,
creeping in
like a black cat
on padded feet,
I've been unaware;
until I find myself in the dark
in my usual chair
but not my usual rush,
thinking through a poem
about nothing much
and stuck on how to end.
But such a lovely feeling
I don't really care.
So set adrift
in this melancholic trance
I am loathe to interrupt,
I give up the struggle
and stop.
A word I like, but have trouble pronouncing. Is the emphasis on the 2nd or 3rd syllable?!!
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