A daze of melancholic days

I know these melancholy mornings well
yet they don’t even know themselves
from afternoons or evenings
Their presence is distinguished
by a lack
of distinguishing features,
They are faceless, anaemic
eyes white with meaningless lies
like the weather is ‘fine’
(it isn’t ,
and neither are they) –
Those days sigh,
and their sympathies lie with 
a book whose pages were never turned,
lost
beside dregs of leftover dreams
and a half empty cup of coffee

On these melancholy mornings
it feels like there is nothing left
except for the singular rose outside the window
I stare at it, bereft
and wish it to bloom
and as if in slow motion
morning becomes afternoon

melancholy-mornings-audio-recording-1.m4a

Image: Natalia Drapina, Deviant Art

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91 thoughts on “A daze of melancholic days

  1. My dearest Rachel, this is sublime. Morning becomes afternoon morphed in melancholy. The weather, the coffee, and the book are silent witnesses to this transformation.
    Hope: a rose, a portal to love
    “except for the singular rose outside the window
    I stare at it, bereft
    and wish it to bloom”
    Yet…

    You are a sublime writer. You fantastic words became melancholy. How many of us felt like this but we could not express it like this? You are fabulous. You are a magnificent writer.
    Love and hugs to you Rachel.
    G.

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    1. Gabriela, your beautiful praise is like that rose outside the window – “a portal to love” . Reading your comment is like this portal, especially as I barely slept last night.
      Thank you, for being your fabulous self. Honestly, I can’t even express what your support means to me.

      Thank you, always. Love and hugs back 😘

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  2. Your work never fails to blow me away, Rachel. You have this incredible gift to say so much more with your words and weave in many stories into one. It’s truly a transcendent experience to read your writing. This poem is exceptional. I love
    “a book whose pages were never turned,
lost
beside dregs of leftover dreams”

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      1. Don’t leave it to the poet to assess her writing, they say and they are right. Your endings are mostly well written, though yes beginnings are absolutely amazing.

        Your awe is inspiring, thank you ❤️

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  3. I could feel this poem. I could feel this deep inside of me. How gorgeously you have described the melancholy mornings. “they are faceless, anaemic” And how these mornings give way to the afternoon……
    Wow Rachel dear! Absolutely Splendid!

    Lots of love❤🌹🌹🌹

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  4. I hear you on those melancholic mornings. This poem’s companionship brings me a bit of sun. :)) I loved this line:
    “eyes white with meaningless lies (such an image it generates!)

    followed by:

    “like the weather is ‘fine’
    (it isn’t ,
    and neither are they)”

    Nice way to show and then tell the ways many of us try to preserve harmony in society… while sometimes aching inside.

    Hugs, dear friend. From a now-chirpy sunrise, on the other side of the globe. 💖🌅

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    1. I can nearly hear the chirps from your sunrise, so your words cheer me. Just like the companionship you described. I’m glad you like the line about the lies -the ubiquitous euphemism of “I’m fine…”. I think it’s so symptomatic of many things… (and I’m so guilty of it).
      Thank you always dear friend ❤️

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  5. Ahhh, even your melancholy dresses itself in splendor and aching beauty. I know this poem so well, I have lived and breathed every word. It is such a treat to be able to log on after an absence and see this.

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    1. So happy to see you ❤️. I hope you’ve been ok in your absence. I do hate to hear that you have lived and breathed a poem like this. But if you have, it does make me happy you can relate.
      Take care, gorgeous and queenly, fierce and romantic friend. You’re like a jeweled rose.

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    1. Drew… I have never, ever, ever, been happier to see a heart emoji. I mean, ever. Beautiful, red, beating strong.
      ❤️
      Love to you, McDreamy/island Breeze/Vagabondo.

      Can’t help myself but sneakily ask… are you ok?? I hope so. In my thoughts Xoxoxox

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  6. I can relate to this piece. Day merges into another, and I’m still staring with a cigarette in my mouth, watching people pass underneath my balcony, and waiting for the petrichor. There’s a half empty cup of coffee in my hand too. This is very well expressed Rachel. And it’s extremely hard to express ennui.

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    1. In a poem like this, I’m never sure whether to be happy or saddened when people relate. With you… I’m going to go ahead and take it as a compliment, I see that you share in this ennui I refer to, cup of coffee in hand, both. I think you do an incredible job of expressing ennui in your writing.

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  7. “like the weather is ‘fine’
    (it isn’t ,
    and neither are they) –”

    From the image accompanying the verse, to the images of the book, the half empty cup of coffee, dregs of leftover dreams (so enchanting), and of course the splash of red with that rose…this poem is impactful and gorgeously pleasing to the senses… The entire piece sounds like a fragment of the subconscious, with each phrase melding into another like colours meshed in a palette by an artist who knows their way around the artform so well, that the art they finally create is so novel, so piquant, so picturesque and so profound that the beholder can only stand entranced, moved and gawk at it, awe inspired… Words won’t do justice, here Rachel. True emotion is beyond expression…and true expression is beyond earthly words. If I could reach out and hug you, I would. ❤️

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    1. Isha, I keep reading and rereading your comment. I really felt like you read this with your heart, you, who is an incredible writer, and who I feel knows exactly that feeling I try to express in this poem. That is a double edged kind of component, and you have touched me beyond words. You’re right, true emotion is beyond expression…. You are an absolute sweetheart and I can’t tell you how much I value your opinions and thoughts. Thank you, I felt that hug, and I hope you can feel the one I send you too ❤️

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      1. I felt the hug through the poem itself..cosmically connected indeed. I saved it, and re read a couple of times more and each time it felt like I discovered a new aspect, familiar and poetic, reassuring in the knowledge of its reach, however cruel that may sound…it can be difficult living through something that seems inexplicable… Art like this comes at a great cost, sometimes I wonder if it is worth it… No one should have to feel that.
        Also, your voice is beautiful! Absolutely loved the way you spoke each word ❤❤

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      2. I don’t know how you do it, but you see things in a way that claws at the emotions in me, and I feel like you know every subtlety and nuance within it. I can’t thank you in a way that’s adequate. I feel like I inhabit a universe you understand. Which is comforting and at the same time saddening as I wouldn’t want anyone to know what I mean through personal experience. You’re a kindred spirit Isha, I know it ❤️

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      3. “I inhabit a universe you understand”

        I will always remember this… Thank you sweet poetess! ❤️ I truly believe, Rachel, that we cross paths with kindred spirits, and members of our soul tribe especially when we’re engaged in our life’s work, an artistic endeavour or anything done with faith and passion, so this is no mere coincidence. It was bound to happen and we were bound to connect.

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      4. I will always remember this too Isha. I love to believe in connections that are meant to be. I’m so happy I’ve stumbled into you via the gossamer threads of WordPress ❤️

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  8. Did you peep into my mornings across the oceans, Rachel? “A book whose pages were never turned, lost beside dregs of leftovers dreams, half empty coffee…” Gosh! Amazing as always and the recording!! Hugs, sweetheart for being you! ❤️❤️

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    1. Aww Punam… so, you have unread books and half finished coffee and unfulfilled dreams too??? You really are my kindred spirit dear friend. I wish I could peep into your mornings across the ocean, but I do content myself with a peep into your mind and heart through your beautiful poetry. Thank you for the hugs, I appreciate them. I’m very happy you liked the recording too ❤️❤️

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  9. Oh, I so loved this!! Especially, listening to your voice on the recitation!! Really great!!. Loved the way you so eloquently used the ending to elegantly fold the poem neatly to a close!! Exquisite Rachel, Bellissimo!!!
    Chuck
    😊💕🌹

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      1. Yes, but the praise is so well deserved, Dear! Honest and True! I am Very Happy you included it. I would like to tell you I took a vote of all your followers and it was 100% in favor of you doing many more audio recitations of your work!! It is great hearing the author’s voice – especially yours!!
        Be Happy, Be Safe!
        Chuck
        xoxo 😊💕🌹

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      2. Chuck, you are a sweetheart. I cherish your thoughts and visits here. I also love your work, but I fear I sometimes miss it amongst the reblogs… I don’t know what to do about that, I get busy and am not the best with the reader feed. Any ideas?

        I hope you’re happy and safe too. Rachel xoxo 😘

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      3. Awww, You are too kind Rachel!! I really love reading your writings and now I can add your recitations to that list! Yeah.Looking forward to the next one!! I’m happy to hear you love my work, the best gift you can give a poet – Thank you!! No worries about my work! You haven’t been missing any or much as I have been saving most of my new work for a book, maybe two. I have been posting reblogs mainly!! If you have an interest in my work the best thing is to rummage in my 2017-2018 Archives!
        I am happy to tell you if you click on a post on my blog and scroll down you find a listing of Archives by month on the right – click on the month in 2017 and it will bring up the posts – almost all of them mine. They go backward from the end of the month to the 1st!! Rachel, I would be overjoyed to have you go through some of my older posts!! You have such a great feel for what’s good and I would love to have your opinion as I’m in the process of selection of poems for my book. Only, if you have time or an interest!! I really appreciate you reading my work and letting my words have a chance to reach out to
        your heart. If you find some that do that for you please leave a comment. I go back and look at some of that things I’ve written and can’t believe those are my words. I’m sure that happens to you sometimes??? You are an Angel for wanting to read my work!! You’ve made my week!!
        Chuck
        xoxo 😊💕🌹

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  10. This is graphic, and sets a scene. A scene of deprivation, and loss of gain. True to life these melancholy mornings, and that singular rose that perches lifelessly on the ledges of windowsills, swaying in the embracing arms of the wind, making you question its constancy and consistency. Amazing, amazing piece.

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  11. Most beautifully written about melancholic feeling,dear Rachel.if we have lost some lovely….then feel as you have written.most lovely.your writing cures somebody’s wounds.really a great creation by you,my dear!!

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    1. Honestly, these words are the sweetest gift. I would want nothing more in my writing than for someone to feel they can relate, or to feel less alone in how they feel. I cannot thank you enough for saying this. Thank you ❤️

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      1. Thank you Rachel, I truly know that it is…you writing really reaches inside the soul and I truly do appreciate it. Take good care and I hope it is as lovely a day in NZ as it is here in the Mediterranean. All the best,
        Francisco 🙂

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  12. This is so beautifully written. I hadn’t seen where you had written in a while in my WordPress app under unread. You have managed to describe gorgeously how many of us feel during this time. Looking out the window longing for a rose to bloom. I have coffee and look out my window first thing every morning. These are the strangest of days and times and you described them so elegantly. Hugs and love 💕 Joni

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    1. I do the same as you Joni – stare out the window each morning with my coffee. In these times I have now watched that rose bloom and wither – winter is now upon us here. I appreciate your kind words, and admire your poetry greatly. Thank you lovely friend, I hope you are well ❤️

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  13. I am in agreement with what so many others have shared. You have captured the melancholy. Especially this powerful ending. I stare at it, bereft
and wish it to bloom
and as if in slow motion 
morning becomes afternoon
    Take care.

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  14. Dearest Rachel, it gives me immense pleasure to have the opportunity to nominate you for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award. You deserve this, and much more. Your poems capture the most simplest of things so beautifully❤❤

    Love and hugs💕💕😘

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  15. Beautifully expressed. Your words capture the emotions and both slowly wrap around the reader. I enjoyed reading it and felt very familiar there. Then, I played your audio recording and it added a whole other dimension to hear it directly from you, instead of from my point of view in my mind. I like to read, but I’ll have to also listen from now on. Thank you for sharing. I’m now visualizing the rose blooming and surprising someone, on some lovely day.

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