Thread: Natural Melancholy

A drop of tar that lingers
like a tear on the sidewalk,
or a stoplight, yellow, disobeyed;
and street signs frail and faded
(melancholy has a name)
hanging by rust despite the elements
on Ave. Blue, Yield Yesterday.

Then away from the gutter,
maybe the puddle from last night's rain
that somehow failed to feed the runoff
lost the trail of its own cascade;

then here's the garbage on the lawn
here's the pissed on grass;
neglect has victims, too quiet to ostracize,
even compost has its price.

And here's to lightning striking oil slicks
pooled like rainbows underfoot,
not once, but twice for extra measure;
we feed circumstance to the flames.

Love the flow of this one, it is so natural and easy. You've captured melancholy perfectly.

Thanks.

Edgwise, you certainly do caputure melancholy, as Gumby said.

I like the imagery, here. And great similie.

And here's to lightning striking oil slicks
pooled like rainbows underfoot

Don't ask me to explain! But I liked this very much. If you had used "there" rather than "here" it would have been less effective. I think.

then here's the garbage on the lawn
here's the pissed on grass;

Liked very much! Laurie

Such a bleak picture you paint, Edge, I love it. No nits save for Ave., I think it would better spelled out, but if you don't agree, at least remove the period.