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Kayden Oct 31
In the quiet green of a sunlit vine,  
Where dewdrops rest and shadows twine,  
Lies a melon round, with a heavy sigh,  
In fields where days drift idly by.  

Soft and sweet, its flesh inside,  
A tender heart it tries to hide,  
Yet weighed with seeds of fleeting cheer,  
Its sweetness tinged with hints of fear.  

It’s summer’s child with autumn’s gaze,  
Golden light in shorter days,  
Both ripe and raw, it knows too well  
The taste of joy on the edge of farewell.  

And as the fields turn bare and cold,  
The melon dreams of days of old,  
Of laughter, warmth, and skies so high—  
A sweetness meant to say goodbye.
Theme and Tone:
"Meloncoly" explores the bittersweet nature of endings, using the metaphor of a melon to evoke themes of nostalgia, ripeness, and the passage of time. The poem's title, a play on "melancholy," suggests a feeling of gentle sadness associated with change and loss, reflecting the subtle beauty of natural cycles.

Imagery and Symbolism:
The melon represents fleeting happiness and the inevitable approach of loss. Its “tender heart” and “heavy sigh” imply an emotional weight hidden within its sweet surface, much like how joy often conceals sadness. The contrasting images of “golden light” and “bare and cold” fields symbolize the shift from abundance to emptiness, from summer to autumn, emphasizing the idea that all things pass.

Structure and Language:
The four quatrains are simple yet rhythmic, much like traditional pastoral poetry. This steady form mirrors the natural, predictable changes of seasons. Phrases like “fleeting cheer,” “tender heart,” and “sunlit vine” evoke softness and gentleness, while lines like “both ripe and raw” hint at the complexity of emotions that ripen with time.

Tone of Farewell:
The poem ends with a sense of departure and reflection, suggesting that sweetness and joy are always, in a sense, fleeting. It leaves the reader with a contemplative, somewhat wistful feeling, as the melon “dreams of days of old,” encapsulating the essence of "meloncoly."
Sudhan Subedi Oct 26
Tonight, I’ll grieve with a silent heart,
For every bond that’s come apart.
For those who left, who chose their way,
I’ll weep for dreams that couldn’t stay.

Quietly, my tears will stream,
Bearing the weight of each lost dream.
No plea, no voice, no noise, no fight—
For those who moved on to the light.

With wishes warm and blessings kind,
Though paths may part, hearts unbind,
I’ll mourn for all that couldn’t stay,
For love that quietly slipped away.

If fault was mine, I bow my head,
In hands clasped, my sorrow spread.
Let me be the past you leave,
The distant tale you don’t retrieve.

Embrace the joy your present gives;
While I remain where memory lives.
And though these tears may flow and fade,
My grief’s unseen; my silence stayed.
So many tears
that haven't been cried yet
So much laughter
that has not been laughed yet
So much life
That hasn't been lived yet

Still, it's not on us to choose
When the anchor will be cut loose

But if we happen to be lucky
We will have some provisions with us
on the journey into the unknown......

Our tears
Our laughter
and the love of the people
with whom we have shared all this.

( © Heike Borgard 2024)
Time is not only a factor but the biggest treasure given to us in life - it's only borrowed and limited - never take it for granted or put off your dreams
to "later" - as I said, faith is an unkind betrayer,....
Hanzou Sep 27
for a long time, i experienced everything with you
from sadness to laughter, being crazy too
will it hurt to wish for another chance to do?
will it be okay for us to start again anew?

i know, i know it all too well by now
those feelings of yours have long gone by
but how can i keep myself from tearing apart somehow
if since then you have stopped to try?

i guess this is goodbye
but i still don't want to
this feeling of wanting to keep it together is just an alibi
for the truth is, i never stopped loving you.
Erwinism Sep 14
Not long ago
the twilight called you into her arms;
into to the depths of the unknown,
left your name in the care of this world
sweetest sound that leapt from your mother’s lips
and ours.
The tides where you are is unperturbed
by the mortal wind,
and in the clouds a garden sprawls
and thrives at the tip of its universe.
We can only imagine.
If such letter scribbled here shines a light; if our candles burn
may you find it a star in the night.


You are no more,
no more to share this borrowed life;
no more treading in the stream of time;
no more but with me still, stirring yet ever still,
shattered heart never heals.
as the last rays of the sun through the window of your room dim,
Your soul is lit up in our dreams,
as though a candle that eternally burns,
I bid time, return
for you my father had taken flight,
silence lingers in restless nights,
where you be, you be
for we shall have our time,
to reflect on this life; the endless sea
for too, shall we; in the crossroads meet the end of our journey: an inevitable destiny
and where you be, we be.
I.
I have heard of summers bereft of lanterns:
when the billows dishearten the sterns
and the cicadas are refused their echoes.

At eventide, along serenades and brimming
drums under the moonlight, gleaming—
over untied wishes as they perch

on untouched canopies and
patiently— under the lightless cradle.

Unto the iridescent fire-flower:
I pray for a summer dyed pink.

(but the flames cling still to the wicks.)


II.
In a port where dreams lift their anchors,
awaits a maiden solus, fiery with ardour—
full of dreams; her strides full of lush!

With most endearment, dare she asks:
if a lieu would be spared in her name;
if our hearts would remain stark aflame,

upon farewell, at her swan-song?

Towards a city where stars end:
She marches and points her north.

(like an ember left aghast without its light,
the unending summer at the back of my mind.)


III.
A lone maiden stands at summer's end;
wishes tied on mahogany, her colours—
dyed the expanse cerulean awhole,
and its interpause, in mirthful rose.
see you again.
Dhia Awanis Aug 17
'though time was brief—your light was vast
your presence lingers; your memory stays
in the warmth of my hand, where I brushed you off my fingers

in the softest light of fading days,
unconditional, unexpected, true,
grief may weigh, but love won’t bend

pay me a visit through my dreams
play with me as I will feed you your favorite treats
tell me about the rainbow bridge

a love unplanned, in fur and bones
you have brought us so much joy
Yet in the silence, sometimes I would hear your bell as you walked by
dorever in my heart, my dear cat Mona.
December 2023 - August 2024.

Thank you Mona for coming into our lives. I will forever miss those curious eyes and that starving look.
Zywa Jun 13
The farewell party

is especially festive --


for those who can stay.
Film "Les magnétiques" ("The magnetics" / "The audiotapes", 2021, Vincent Maël Cardona)

Collection "Em Brace"
Zywa Jun 10
Farewell, time to go.

Walking to their home, she cries --


and keeps looking back.
Epic "Ilias" ("Troy",  750 BC, Homerus), book 6, line 494-496 - Andromache and Hector

Collection "Moist glow"
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