Thursday, March 24, 2011

White Petals



As I left today
I noted the petals that had
fallen on the path
white and unblemished

It felt symbolic and
I knew what those white petals
stood for

Not hope; not purity;
not loving eternally
But goodbye
The petals told me to say
g o o d b y e
To say, jamais...
nevermore!

Though my tread was heavy above them
the raindrop petals gently
clung to my thoughts
and puddled at the bottom of my heart

Oh, how soft they are!
Oh, how they make me ache.
They've put such sorrow in me
(I know they are right)

With reluctance
and a nuance of inevitability,
I murmur goodbye
Not aloud, but every inch of me feels it
like a bruise forming

Only, the white petals swish around
in my brain, satisfied
But their blankness
can't blot out the picture of you
that I hold, and surely will
pour toujours
Their influence could never be so strong
as to erase completely
you

(No, I don't think anything could make me forget now.)




{This was inspired by something that happened today. I wrote it sitting on my bed, a gossamer sadness woven between my fingers. I cannot elaborate on what it is all about. It's ridiculous, it really is. And it's nothing very serious. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself.
Actually, these past couple weeks I've been rather happy. But there are moments, sometimes days of sadness. And since I always write when I'm feeling low I probably appear to be constantly depressed. I'm not, don't worry. :)
In other news, I made a
formspring because, well, I felt like it. So, go ask me anything you like, safely cloaked in the anonymity of the internet. :P}



{Picture found here.}

18 comments:

  1. Oh how I can relate to this tonight (without elaboration and with certain persons cloaked in the anonymity of the Internet.)

    That's a beautiful poem, Melee. I loved it a lot and what you said spoke my feelings. The past few weeks have been very happy ones, except for a few very sad things which come to mind after I turn out the light and sometimes surprise me during the day as well. But the weeks have been happy nonetheless.

    Thank you and goodnight---!
    Everly

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  2. You're right, Blogger is awfully addictive :)

    I hope that you're doing okay,
    I tend to write when I'm sad too, or thoughtful it seems haha :)

    This is a beautiful poem, I can almost imagine the petals swishing around in my head, like white fish splashing around in a fishbowl.

    :)

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  3. my dear friend Melee, (well, is it okay to consider you my friend? in my part... :)) this poem is one of my favorite post of yours... but heartbreaking still. i hope you're okay...

    ..and i've been thinking about the blogger break you told me in your comment. *sigh* :)

    ..i'll check out your formspring! i always wanted to make one too, but i'm too lazy, i guess :) (maybe next time)

    loves!

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  4. What a brilliant poem! The image of the petals works really well here, how you've shown different aspects of them to relate to your feelings. You make sadness so tenderly beautiful & elegant. I do hope that you are feeling better.

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  5. I love this. I have felt this feeling many times and it hurts
    so much.
    I hope that this decision brings lightness to you.
    xxx

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  6. Do not ever doubt your talent with words, this is simply beautiful <3

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  7. There's something wonderful about flowers, petals...

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  8. Everly Pleasant: Thank you very much for your sweet comment! I am happy you can relate. Though perhaps that is not a good thing. I hope these sadnesses continue to be kept to a bare minimum, if not total nonexistence.
    P.S. I was so delighted to see your smiling face on my blog. :)

    P.s. I am Me: Thank you for your kind words and concern. Something about being sad and thoughtful is so conducive to writing!

    haze: Oh, yes - of course! I consider you a friend too. :) Thank you so much. I am fine for the most part, truly. <3
    You should take one if you feel so inclined! I would miss you, of course. But then I could be extra-happy when you come back! :)
    Hahaha, yeah, I toyed with the idea for a long time before I actually carried it out.

    Jade: Thank you so, so much. That's basically the feeling I was going for(for the sadness). You are so perceptive. <3

    Ever: Thank you very much. It does hurt, indeed. I am hoping for eventual lightness too. So far, no such luck...

    E: Oh! Dearest, thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

    Kaleidescope Girl: There is indeed! I never think to myself "Oh, I love flowers!" But I do, really. :)

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  9. This was beautiful! It honestly brought a tear to my eye. Oh, I love that you're writing poems. Many people are so afraid of experimenting with that genre. I think it really suits you. And about your source of inspiration, I hope you're okay... xxxx

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  10. Melee,
    I've not been commenting here half as much as I'd like too. I wanted to say that I fell entirely in love with the song you posted a while ago. You have such a sweet voice.
    As for the above...well, I can only tell you that it is something very beautiful. I greatly envy your ability to write poetry.
    xxx
    ps. Thank you for all your kind words on my blog, they all ways make me smile. Also, you should watch A Bit of Fry & Laurie. It is hilarity itself.

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  11. Joanna: Oh, goodness. Thank you so much. I always feel strange when I write things and call them poems because I'm never sure whether they are or not. Your encouragement is SO appreciated. Thank you, I think I am going to be okay. <3

    Minna: Oh my dear, thank you very much for your lovely comment. I am glad you liked my song so much. :)
    Funnily, I don't feel that I have much poetry-writing ability at all. But that really means so much to me, especially coming from such an extremely talented writer as yourself! <3
    You are quite welcome. :) I really do need to watch more! As of yet, I've never even seen a full episode. I'll have to make time to sit down and watch it. I do love those two!

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  12. Beautiful poem! Your interpretation of the petals is unusual and lovely, though melancholy...Whatever (small) thing happened to you, I hope you're feeling better about it all now. xoxo

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  13. Thank you ever so much, dearest Jenica. I am vacillating between feeling strong and feeling weak. I think I will be fine soon. Hopefully. :)
    <3

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  14. I often write with sad undertones as well dearest, I feel that any piece worth writing must have more than one layer, sad adds a nice depth to a piece I feel. But I was always one to find beauty in tragedy. Lovely piece you have created here!

    xx and hugs

    Jhordyn

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  15. Thank you so much, lovely Jhordyn. I've always been one to find beauty in tragedy as well. Ever since I was a little girl I've loved a good, sad story. :)

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  16. "a gossamer sadness" - what a beautiful phrase. & the whole format, the whole style of this poem echoes so perfectly the theme. you are so very talented, my dear - it's a wonderful skill so make something beautiful out of something sad. thank you for sharing xx

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  17. Ahhh! I'm so behind on the blogs! I'm sorry for it :O I love the poem and I think the focus on the petals are a lovely image.

    I actually tried to say goodbye to something a few weeks back but it sticks like super glue to me still; it's not a bad thing - everyone needs a muse - but sometimes daydreaming gets a little tiring, haha. How's that for vague? :) But I know what you mean. Good luck!

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  18. holly and the wolves: My most heartfelt thanks for your sweetest of comments. Thank you, my dear. :)

    CloudyKim: Don't be sorry! Life tends to take up so much time, doesn't it?
    Thank you very much!

    Oh, that sounds right about where I am right now - it's still sticking. I don't know if this is just because of your vagueness... but what you said really resonates with what I'm experiencing. Hm. Good luck to you too! :)

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Silhouettes of a secret. A story told over a cuppa. Or perhaps just sitting on that stone bench, basking in the moonlight... and not saying anything at all.


("I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks." -Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)