Melancholy Drizzle – Free Quartine – October 20, 2014

Oscar Wilde

 

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”  Oscar Wilde

 

Under a melancholy drizzle
Damp and cloudy thoughts
Tied my rainbow happiness
Into somber dreary knots …

The grass is always greener
Is surely just a tired cliché but
My musings kept going there
As serenity flowed away …

“Where are all these wonderous stars …
Portents for luck and happiness?
Ah – hidden behind the clouds
Under a melancholy drizzle …”

Then with the morning-tide …
Bright chirping of birds began
And just before the
dawn of light
The clouds opened and I saw …

A smattering of stars
That lifted me from the gutter
Gone, anger and despair – I hailed
The glorious, bright morning.

 

Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie using the words from OctPoWriMo’s prompt of October 19.

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