Melancholy is the colour of midnight;
a soft hymn of trees,
an orchestra which seeks the one that can hear the melody
of his own soul,
bitter-sweet, prussian blue laced with wine
and unrestrained.
With every touch its fingerprints mark me as its own;
as though a hot coal placed in the center of my chest,
the last of the conversations haunt me,
replays like a boysenberry echo etched—
isn’t it cruelty? The heart refuses to break the other’s
in half,
some of us turn a walk through the arboretum
into sonnets overnight—
slowly the sun replaces the moon,
atomic tangerine dipped into the arms of understanding haze,
I turn
and walk away without a second glance.
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36 Responses
I love the colors of the night – melancholy, prussian blue, boysenberry. There is depth to sadness, like a hot coal, that can’t be taken away with the coming sun. I hope that atomic tangerine melts away that sadness.
Enjoy your day!
I will! Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
From “hymn of trees” to “atomic tangerine” you had me in the palm of your poetic hand. Simply totally beautiful, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
awesome wordsmithing in this one Sanaa, love
“Melancholy is the colour of midnight;
a soft hymn of trees,
an orchestra which seeks the one that can hear the melody
of his own soul,
bitter-sweet, prussian blue laced with wine
and unrestrained.” the colour and texture …
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A wonderful and colourful imagining, Sanaa! I especially love ‘atomic tangerine’ – so perfectly describes the rising sun!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I also loved ‘atomic tangerine’ it’s so perfect!
Thank you so much, Mrityunjay 🙂 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
The colour of midnight throws its melancholy shade over the poem, and pulls me into its embrace, and I love the progression to morning in the lines:
‘slowly the sun replaces the moon,
atomic tangerine dipped into the arms of understanding haze’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“atomic tangerine dipped into the arms of understanding haze,
I turn”
Very dramatic, very stirring
Much💙love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The touch of tangerine at the end heightens the lush darkness of the other colours and sensations.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Such strong colors! I loved the visuals- boysenberry echo; melancholy the color of midnight…
Thank you so much, D. Avery 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A lovely, albeit sad, journey through night. Wonderful word-smithing, many lines already noted. I sense an unbridled spirit walking away from sadness, arms open to the tangerine rays; walking away with dignity intact.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(You are absolutely correct) 🌹
Love all of it, but this line resonated…”The heart refuses to break the other’s in half,”
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Just like the obsessions of a sleepless night.
❤️❤️❤️
Great lines in here! I love how you described melancholy in that we are listening to our soul’s own melody. So very true! And it is a midnight color, when we turn inward but then later the sun slowly replaces the moon. I love the storytelling of emotions and colors!
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The opening line acts as the gateway through the dark forest and deep tones, to the conclusion that may not bring happiness but does bring closure.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sanaa, I’ve always loved your poetry but this has a new depth for me. Beautiful words, emotional truth
Thank you so much, Deborah 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“hymn of trees”!!!
**she swoons**
Fantastic.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I think too that the colors of the night can be especially depressing… (or maybe depression is like night) … it’s lovely to meet the dawn after a long night awake,
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sorry for the delay. I did read this earlier, but got interrupted and never left a comment. Lovely poem. I love your color moods–boysenberry regret! Hymn of trees is beautiful–just perfect.
No worries! Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️