Melancholy Mists

 

I gaze at pregnant clouds outside my window

Overcast to match my inner darkness

Wind howls through trees like sadness through my soul

Melancholy mists cloak me in their soft caress.

 

Raindrops like chandelier prisms

Illusive rainbows reflect off crystal panes

Lazy daydreams of drifting recollections

Water color tapestries of tie dyed stains.

 

What went before cannot be changed

Dust motes dancing on stagnant air

Aspiration surrendered to forgotten needs

A past littered with dreams stripped bare.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Succinct and such vivid imagery and description. Quite miraculous. Just beautiful. Thank you. I can see the pregnant clouds, feel the mist and envision the dust motes in the air. Wonderful work.
Light,
Siddartha

[Becca]

Touching, deep and exquisite!

[Ray Hamilton]

I don't think needs are ever forgotten
I enjoyed this wonderfully written poem
Thanks for sharing Ray { Not a Poet }

[HoorayForUnderdog]

Excellent...the imagery, the emotions....just excellent!

[Last Lying Look]

OH MY GOD! I love this. I don't think I've ever heard anyone refer to a cloud as pregnant.... maybe i've just been under a rock for my whole life, im not sure.... but i found it really cool :D