Melodramatic Melodies


Green breeze hyacinth epilogues, mums the word, watch out for the posts, they sometimes bite; light the way back, just in case. Fine wines make whining seem tolerable if you’re the one whining, not such a great tactic if winning seems important, but, mums the word, green breeze hyacinth epilogues and all that crap.

Margaritas and mojitos, a splash of ginger on gin. O what a mood I find myself in; tenebrous dawdling, malodorous bouquets too long in too much water. Salt water; perhaps a bad idea, but what about tears? Streams of consciousness crashing, not a great time for writing, too much sunblock perhaps? Forgive me, forgive me not.

Interlocking triangles clash with circles become globes. Grey skies, pallid shades of silver, moisture beading into drops, tears shed by crying clouds. Cold, not bitter, but cold just the same; not dry, moist, biting into bones, ruddy cheeks, puffy face; a face bereft of joy but no, the weather’s not at fault. Forget me nots forget fleeing unpleasant verities.

Purple haze plays on, pastel lights play at playing but their hearts aren’t in it; once playful puppies tuck their tails and whimper. A restless tiger, faded white on white, dreams of grey rainbows in a monochromatic world. Truth is relative so the faster it passes into the past, the greater its scope, but its relevance is all too frequently lost.

Lust in space, time looking on curiously, nothing happens, desire unfulfilled. Daffodils wither and roses wilt, wildflowers seek escape. Everything melds into nihility. Emotions become unhinged from their creators, wandering free, mixing then unraveling and reconfiguring with no one to feel them. Trees fall silently in forests where no one hears their cries.

A midwinter’s eve dream of sorts, autumn’s oranges and reds and golds faded to dirty whites under clouds hiding moon and stars. Gaia hibernating and Persephone waiting for spring.

© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2019; all rights reserved. Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.

Guillermo Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia although he has primarily lived in the United States of America (of which he is a citizen). Until recently he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies). He can be contacted at and much of his writing is available through his blog at

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