Morning Melancholy

A hug would be nice. Maybe a little footsy under the warm duck feather duvet. Even a stroke from a gentle hand on one’s back could quench the urge to feel awfully sorry for oneself. So many souls around, yet they seem to all swish past in a rush to conquer a more suitable heart. I get it… Maybe there is no room for One in most hearts. Maybe an orgasmic high is the new way to care. But how many highs does it take to realise a committed soul that would like nothing more than to nurture and receive the same. Life never waits. Someone removed the pause, fast-forward and rewind button. We are stuck with one button.

-frank malaba- (the morning minute collection series)


Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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2 thoughts on “Morning Melancholy”

  1. Hi! Frank

    I read your poem “Morning Melancholy” loved it and I was really intrigued by your words that truly say what’s really is happening on ones heart and at times one never finds that someone special to share their lives with not even a cup of Coffee ,things these days have changed as in people wanting to just sleep around and never care to show feelings of emotions and never love others as they only love Sex .


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