“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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