I quietly walk immense, lonely streets
And think of a sullen girl
Whose eyes were always
Watery and sad,
Even in the absence of tears.
I recall once having held her hand
In the sunlight amid yellow flowers
And wanting to whisper something to her
That would make her smile
And forget her tragic soul
For a fleeting moment.
Some girls dress in black
And you can’t reach them with romance,
But you fall in love with them nonetheless;
The poetry of their melancholy eyes
Slips into your psyche
Like a recurring childhood dream.
She eventually gets lost somewhere
And drifts away, she finds it impossible to linger
With one man and be understood.
You think, perhaps this is best,
She’s not for you,
But your life becomes morose,
Her disconsolate mood has infected you
And you begin to view the world
Through the same saturnine eyes.
In your solitude, you question why
The two of you could not remain
Unhappy together?
Complexity of thought, and emotion - I'm stranded for comments. A commendable, (in?) credible poem, in language, in image, indeed in all. Awe-some.
This is a poderous Piece Uriah. The narrative has a very naturalist feel to it and it was easy to imagine a (bass) voice reading this. I think that the manner in which you have presented the piece is great. It flows welland pauses at the places that need to bepondered. The theme is wonderful: it is easy to imagine that the girl is an ideal. I like that very much.
Such a lovely write Uriah, this really was a pleasure to read, and I somehow remember feelings like this myself, of being attracted to the melancholy, sombre type and catching their complaint too. One felt one wanted to win them over, and as you say make them different. It does leave you with a sad feeling at the end of it all. Love Ernestine XXX
LOL my husband used to describe me as the sad girl... I like this one... ~Lee
friend, do you know how lovely this is? it can warm the hardest of all hearts, mine esp....thank you for writing it, thank you for sharing it...and thank you for being there...I promise we'll talk soon... always, Amberlee
i know the feeling my friend. somehow you get attracted to these melancholic people and you trully want to help them but at the end they drag you down with them. Everyone deserves someone to lift them up, including the people who provide the wings in the first place.. It's one of your very best poems.. HBH
The last two lines were impeccable- as was the rest of the poem. Definately a favourite of mine. ~Amber~
Melancholy has its attraction and a strange peace about it too; maybe because it is a quiet mood or way of being. And you do so want to help, to reach that one... Still waters run deep and all that; it's true. I love the flower imagery you employ so often as point/counter-point to the mood and message of the poem. Sad and lovely, Uriah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this is one of your best. Heartbreaking yet beautiful. And those last two lines are something else. Hugs Anna xxx