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Melancholy

by

Jr Middleton

A white wind blows down the hill,
Bringing your voice with it, feather-light,
Breathing heavy thoughts into my mind
And freezing tears on my face.

As I walk along the moors,
My heart quickens,
My bones rustle and rattle in my skin
Like dry leaves in the chill of autumn.
I pause, inhaling fog,
Exhaling pain.
Inhaling dusk,
Exhaling grief.

There is beauty here, in this secret silence,
But my body longs to feel ugliness,
Anger, fear, betrayal, hate;
Anything.

You are gone and so I feel nothing.
I walk these hills alone and see their beauty,
Yet no emotion stirs its fragrant head.
You were my emotion
And you are dead


Sonnet Trilogy

by

Jr Middleton

I
Because you are my love and you are mine
And you your virtue do so chastely keep,
I long to swim within your lake so deep
And on your perfumed flesh to humbly dine.
Within your golden hair I wish to dwell
And in your eyes of sapphire slowly fall,
Eternities upon your lips do call
To me; yet, in your voice, a whisp’ring hell.
You dance, I soar, and fear succumbs to lust
As inhibition dies, becoming dust.
A flush of red upon your cheek will show
And brighten sweet complexion pale as snow
Because you are my love and I’ll be thine
I’ll keep you in a frame, forever mine.

II
Because you are my love and you are gone
And thus have poisoned my deceivèd heart
I now can see that we were worlds apart
You the departing boat my hopes were on.
Cast off! Oh! hateful boat of crying eyes!
And land upon the shores of handsome prince,
And think then not upon what happened since
On lonely isle, where scorned men courted lies.
I burn, you smile, and hatred licks my soul,
A chasm fills with dark, becoming whole.
A flash of red behind my eyes still burns
And hating heart, despite itself, still yearns.
Because you are my love and you are gone
A flame of petty loathing flickers on.

III
Because I took your life and not my own
And thereupon did slowly start to drown,
I quietly now curse this devil town
As one no longer seen, no longer known.
Had I but stopped, and thought a moment more
And lingered o’er the slightness of my woe
The guilt might not have flirted with me so
And I’d not have become revenge’s whore.
I dance, a guest, and you my willing host,
Surrendering at once, becoming ghost;
A glist’ning bead of red escapes your lips
Death’s harsh lasso encircling your hips.
Because I took your life and not my own
I am no longer seen, no longer known.

Sonnet Trilogy

by

Jr Middleton

I
Because you are my love and you are mine
And you your virtue do so chastely keep,
I long to swim within your lake so deep
And on your perfumed flesh to humbly dine.
Within your golden hair I wish to dwell
And in your eyes of sapphire slowly fall,
Eternities upon your lips do call
To me; yet, in your voice, a whisp’ring hell.
You dance, I soar, and fear succumbs to lust
As inhibition dies, becoming dust.
A flush of red upon your cheek will show
And brighten sweet complexion pale as snow
Because you are my love and I’ll be thine
I’ll keep you in a frame, forever mine.

II
Because you are my love and you are gone
And thus have poisoned my deceivèd heart
I now can see that we were worlds apart
You the departing boat my hopes were on.
Cast off! Oh! hateful boat of crying eyes!
And land upon the shores of handsome prince,
And think then not upon what happened since
On lonely isle, where scorned men courted lies.
I burn, you smile, and hatred licks my soul,
A chasm fills with dark, becoming whole.
A flash of red behind my eyes still burns
And hating heart, despite itself, still yearns.
Because you are my love and you are gone
A flame of petty loathing flickers on.

III
Because I took your life and not my own
And thereupon did slowly start to drown,
I quietly now curse this devil town
As one no longer seen, no longer known.
Had I but stopped, and thought a moment more
And lingered o’er the slightness of my woe
The guilt might not have flirted with me so
And I’d not have become revenge’s whore.
I dance, a guest, and you my willing host,
Surrendering at once, becoming ghost;
A glist’ning bead of red escapes your lips
Death’s harsh lasso encircling your hips.
Because I took your life and not my own
I am no longer seen, no longer known.

Melancholy

by

Jr Middleton

A white wind blows down the hill,
Bringing your voice with it, feather-light,
Breathing heavy thoughts into my mind
And freezing tears on my face.

As I walk along the moors,
My heart quickens,
My bones rustle and rattle in my skin
Like dry leaves in the chill of autumn.
I pause, inhaling fog,
Exhaling pain.
Inhaling dusk,
Exhaling grief.

There is beauty here, in this secret silence,
But my body longs to feel ugliness,
Anger, fear, betrayal, hate;
Anything.

You are gone and so I feel nothing.
I walk these hills alone and see their beauty,
Yet no emotion stirs its fragrant head.
You were my emotion
And you are dead.

Love is not an owl

by

Jr Middleton

Love is not an owl
For owls are often wise
And wisdom only preys on me
Once he has left my side.

Love is not an eagle
For eagles see for miles
With hindsight, I see clearly
With him, I see but smiles.

"Is your love a sparrow
That will so soon take flight?
Or will you stay the course with me
And together reach great heights?

"Is your love a crow," I ask,
"Not beautiful, but true?
When all our feathers turn to grey,
Can I still count on you?"

"My love’s not like a bird," he cooed
And turned his face to me
"If it be like any thing,
Then let it be this tree."

"How now?" I asked, and wiped a tear
"Do you not love me so?"
"I do, sweet heart, but not like owl,
Or eagle, sparrow, crow."

"This tree has grown from planted seed
And has withstood great things,
Without the need for flight or height
Or any sort of wings."