Today's prompt was to write a poem based on a list of some kind.
How to Live with Sadness
Revere in the colours of April:
lemon-balm evenings, the pale lilac
of cuckoo flowers in morning dew,
their fragile beauty like a daydream.
The cheerful pink camellia
exotic on the lawn.
Take into your heart the word 'tristesse';
its pale blue satins that fold
around the tongue so luxuriously,
eloquent language of tears,
unfathomable depths
of melancholy
that pool in a quiet heart.
Become a watcher of the moon.
Trace its nightly trail of light,
luminescent to languorous,
fingernail chink, a smudge in all that dark.
Let if fill you with a benevolence
that is near to hope,
its moody shape-shifting
a promise of mutability.
Learn to solidify emotions into tangible things:
joy in a budding tree, Impressionist daub of leaves;
despair in a black moonless night;
happiness the brush of pollen on fingertips,
the hum of an unseen bee.
From the vague fugue of sadness,
feel yourself take shape again.
Befriend the colour blue - from midnight navy to
the dull bruise of a sunless sky,
the turquoise tint of a lucid dream.
All the ink of sadness -
let it write itself
on the cool white pages
of blank days
and learn to love itself
in the mirror of smiling faces,
unencumbered by this weight
that makes of every beautiful thing
a gift, a grace, an invitation
for living.
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