
I keep repeating the same claim, over and over
That I am quite melancholic.
Instead of such endless repetition, wouldn’t it be better
To turn this frown upside down, darkness into light?
Learning from tea-leaves
Melancholia should alter its taste,
Melt and blend like crystals of sugar.
Melancholia needs a good rub down, like my back,
Be made to gleam like the sparkling floors of the mind,
Be metamorphosed with some soapy scrubbing.
Melancholia-Despair-Gloom
Enough of it already
As with last season’s clothes
We should make now room—
And trade it away for glittery new vessels.
And like pomegranate seeds
Let melancholia glimmer through.
