Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind
No Tick. No Tock.
sorenbarrett said:
Well Melvin this one did take me down the rabbit hole uninvited and so I soon found that Alice does not live there anymore. Another fun read
February 20th, 2025 11:57
sorenbarrett said:
Well Melvin this one did take me down the rabbit hole uninvited and so I soon found that Alice does not live there anymore. Another fun read
February 20th, 2025 11:57
Not Since Those Dear Departed
arqios said:
The avians have a quite more straightforward empty nest than us humans do… so do most city folk in comparison… it’s the landed that might feel this the most… I feel. But that’s just me, wading in what once was and may be no longer. 🙏🏻🕊
February 18th, 2025 17:27
arqios said:
The avians have a quite more straightforward empty nest than us humans do… so do most city folk in comparison… it’s the landed that might feel this the most… I feel. But that’s just me, wading in what once was and may be no longer. 🙏🏻🕊
February 18th, 2025 17:27
Not Since Those Dear Departed
Cheeky Missy said:
Fascinating and intriguing with such a careful arrangement of metaphors the imagery half seems to lose itself in a dance with allusions which describe what we know too well, yet cannot precisely say. Thank you for sharing.
February 18th, 2025 15:00
Cheeky Missy said:
Fascinating and intriguing with such a careful arrangement of metaphors the imagery half seems to lose itself in a dance with allusions which describe what we know too well, yet cannot precisely say. Thank you for sharing.
February 18th, 2025 15:00
Not Since Those Dear Departed
Teddy.15 said:
With all the exceptional struggle, dearest Melvin, I can feel this so very much
And the tremble of a spoon.
I have bent too many times but am far too proud to beg.
No demon yet has sacrificed my soul.
My heart-bone breaks
But only when I dance
And I dare you see me smile.
Walk with me just a while
Where once we hung our washing out to dry;
Utter poetry dearest Melvin, and maybe we will still be bending those spoon my friend. 🌹
February 18th, 2025 14:22
Teddy.15 said:
With all the exceptional struggle, dearest Melvin, I can feel this so very much
And the tremble of a spoon.
I have bent too many times but am far too proud to beg.
No demon yet has sacrificed my soul.
My heart-bone breaks
But only when I dance
And I dare you see me smile.
Walk with me just a while
Where once we hung our washing out to dry;
Utter poetry dearest Melvin, and maybe we will still be bending those spoon my friend. 🌹
February 18th, 2025 14:22
Not Since Those Dear Departed
sorenbarrett said:
Carried by illusions I throw myself into the read. Although distracted by items flying by I wait and wait with smells of memories flashes that quickly pass and before I notice time has past and feel the fool who graciously just sits watching the empty chairs of power. Somehow the trembling of the spoon caught my attention just as a magician catches your attention with the bent spoon trick. Too proud to admit that you don\'t see how it is done. And in simplicity and with defects we accept ourselves. Ok just like a Rorschach card this poem has taken what is me and put it on the page. Very nice Melvin
February 18th, 2025 14:11
sorenbarrett said:
Carried by illusions I throw myself into the read. Although distracted by items flying by I wait and wait with smells of memories flashes that quickly pass and before I notice time has past and feel the fool who graciously just sits watching the empty chairs of power. Somehow the trembling of the spoon caught my attention just as a magician catches your attention with the bent spoon trick. Too proud to admit that you don\'t see how it is done. And in simplicity and with defects we accept ourselves. Ok just like a Rorschach card this poem has taken what is me and put it on the page. Very nice Melvin
February 18th, 2025 14:11
With A Gentle Dust Of Cinnamon
Cassie58 said:
Your poetry is always brimful of imagery Melvin, with lines rich in language. This whole piece has a darkness to it and also an air of foreboding. A warning from beyond the grave. Loved the read. Have a good evening.
February 17th, 2025 14:46
Cassie58 said:
Your poetry is always brimful of imagery Melvin, with lines rich in language. This whole piece has a darkness to it and also an air of foreboding. A warning from beyond the grave. Loved the read. Have a good evening.
February 17th, 2025 14:46
With A Gentle Dust Of Cinnamon
Teddy.15 said:
It could be a very bad dream or serious concussion
A magnificence of imagery
Your title made me think apple crumble and then turned to memories inside this piece, then I started thinking of my own mother, a code red situation, perhaps you will be saved? your last lines gave me goosebumps. 🌹
February 17th, 2025 13:51
Teddy.15 said:
It could be a very bad dream or serious concussion
A magnificence of imagery
Your title made me think apple crumble and then turned to memories inside this piece, then I started thinking of my own mother, a code red situation, perhaps you will be saved? your last lines gave me goosebumps. 🌹
February 17th, 2025 13:51
With A Gentle Dust Of Cinnamon
sorenbarrett said:
Of your poems this is one of my favorites, it is dark as usual but carries with it a foreboding feeling as well. The last lines reinforce this. Nicely done Melvin
February 17th, 2025 13:26
sorenbarrett said:
Of your poems this is one of my favorites, it is dark as usual but carries with it a foreboding feeling as well. The last lines reinforce this. Nicely done Melvin
February 17th, 2025 13:26
With A Gentle Dust Of Cinnamon
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, I love your image-rich poetry. This poem has such a unique, dreamlike quality—like stepping into someone else’s stream of consciousness. Lines like ‘swimming through the barnacles and the fossils of the dead’ really hit me; they’re haunting but also kind of beautiful. Life, death, and time are explored—but in such an abstract way that it leaves a lot open to interpretation, which is an aspect of your poetry I truly enjoy. Well done, my friend. Bravo! 🌹👏
February 17th, 2025 13:25
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, I love your image-rich poetry. This poem has such a unique, dreamlike quality—like stepping into someone else’s stream of consciousness. Lines like ‘swimming through the barnacles and the fossils of the dead’ really hit me; they’re haunting but also kind of beautiful. Life, death, and time are explored—but in such an abstract way that it leaves a lot open to interpretation, which is an aspect of your poetry I truly enjoy. Well done, my friend. Bravo! 🌹👏
February 17th, 2025 13:25
Celebration Day
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Well, my dear Melvin, as an American I cannot help but interpret “Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine” as a certain dodgy-haired dictator with an orange tan who recently dominated our political landscape; however, I’m not sure he’s disguised as love. Regardless of interpretation, your imagery is stark, dark, violent and grotesque, written with urgency. That comes across, and the other details get filled in by the reader and their circumstances - the beauty of deep, metaphorical poetry. Your surreal juxtapositions and fragmented narrative challenge us to engage with the absurd and find meaning in the chaos. The bodily imagery intertwined with cosmic elements creates a disjointed yet strangely cohesive exploration of the human condition. Loved this, my friend. ❤️ Your work always provokes thought and stirs emotions in equal measure! Bravo! 🌹👏 An easy fave!
February 12th, 2025 21:44
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Well, my dear Melvin, as an American I cannot help but interpret “Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine” as a certain dodgy-haired dictator with an orange tan who recently dominated our political landscape; however, I’m not sure he’s disguised as love. Regardless of interpretation, your imagery is stark, dark, violent and grotesque, written with urgency. That comes across, and the other details get filled in by the reader and their circumstances - the beauty of deep, metaphorical poetry. Your surreal juxtapositions and fragmented narrative challenge us to engage with the absurd and find meaning in the chaos. The bodily imagery intertwined with cosmic elements creates a disjointed yet strangely cohesive exploration of the human condition. Loved this, my friend. ❤️ Your work always provokes thought and stirs emotions in equal measure! Bravo! 🌹👏 An easy fave!
February 12th, 2025 21:44
Celebration Day
Cassie58 said:
Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine
Dear Melvin, I can not pretend to interpret your lines here. All I can say is that I sensed darkness and violence. Anything disguised as love, is to be feared. Your unique expression defines your work and this piece I find very thought provoking. Kind of chilling. So well penned.
February 12th, 2025 15:23
Cassie58 said:
Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine
Dear Melvin, I can not pretend to interpret your lines here. All I can say is that I sensed darkness and violence. Anything disguised as love, is to be feared. Your unique expression defines your work and this piece I find very thought provoking. Kind of chilling. So well penned.
February 12th, 2025 15:23
Celebration Day
Teddy.15 said:
I see the struggles of every day life in the UK far right and pennies, are my eye catchers, we are all wilting flowers at this moment, if we live in Europe, doom and gloom
I am as you,
no more a purple tenderstem
than you a price than all can ill-afford
In any case outstanding imagery emotion and thought provoking. 🌹
February 12th, 2025 14:31
Teddy.15 said:
I see the struggles of every day life in the UK far right and pennies, are my eye catchers, we are all wilting flowers at this moment, if we live in Europe, doom and gloom
I am as you,
no more a purple tenderstem
than you a price than all can ill-afford
In any case outstanding imagery emotion and thought provoking. 🌹
February 12th, 2025 14:31
Celebration Day
Cheeky Missy said:
Your opening line dredges Shakespeare\'s sonnet LII, line 5: \"Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,/ Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,/Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are,/Or captain jewels in the carcanet.\" Forsooth, the darker note woven throughout this half puts the soul to shivering instinctively, yet is by no means foreign to the celebration addressed, culling the heathen festivities which are unashamedly devoted to Death and devilry. Beautifully rendered, despite such details, with nigh exquisite imagery and a lurid yet erotic poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
February 12th, 2025 14:08
Cheeky Missy said:
Your opening line dredges Shakespeare\'s sonnet LII, line 5: \"Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,/ Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,/Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are,/Or captain jewels in the carcanet.\" Forsooth, the darker note woven throughout this half puts the soul to shivering instinctively, yet is by no means foreign to the celebration addressed, culling the heathen festivities which are unashamedly devoted to Death and devilry. Beautifully rendered, despite such details, with nigh exquisite imagery and a lurid yet erotic poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
February 12th, 2025 14:08
Celebration Day
Poetic Licence said:
I am not going to pretend i totally understand this because i do not, that is what i like about your poetry, is that i have to read a few times and slowly it falls in to place, but this certainly has a touch of darkness and boundaries being crossed. For me always a fascinating and enjoyable read. Thank you
February 12th, 2025 12:39
Poetic Licence said:
I am not going to pretend i totally understand this because i do not, that is what i like about your poetry, is that i have to read a few times and slowly it falls in to place, but this certainly has a touch of darkness and boundaries being crossed. For me always a fascinating and enjoyable read. Thank you
February 12th, 2025 12:39
Celebration Day
sorenbarrett said:
I get a dark feel with a sense of pushing the limits and focus on the abnormal. Well written Melvine
February 12th, 2025 11:53
sorenbarrett said:
I get a dark feel with a sense of pushing the limits and focus on the abnormal. Well written Melvine
February 12th, 2025 11:53
As Time Goes By
Thomas W Case said:
Wow. Beautiful and powerful writing. Brilliant.
February 10th, 2025 09:31
Thomas W Case said:
Wow. Beautiful and powerful writing. Brilliant.
February 10th, 2025 09:31
As Time Goes By
Dan Williams said:
\"no face that fits the torso of a tongue\", oblique, obtuse, deep. Hard words well said.
February 10th, 2025 01:34
Dan Williams said:
\"no face that fits the torso of a tongue\", oblique, obtuse, deep. Hard words well said.
February 10th, 2025 01:34
As Time Goes By
Distant View said:
Some interesting imagery in this sad poem!
February 9th, 2025 16:37
Distant View said:
Some interesting imagery in this sad poem!
February 9th, 2025 16:37
As Time Goes By
Cassie58 said:
all men will gather one by one
and dare remember you:
Looking back over time, there appear to be many memories in this poem, and perhaps ones that aren’t always endearing and positive. That is the feeling I am picking up. The poetic expression is excellent and the imagery is strong.
Another wonderful poem, rich in unique description about mothers . A lovely read Melvin.
February 9th, 2025 13:45
Cassie58 said:
all men will gather one by one
and dare remember you:
Looking back over time, there appear to be many memories in this poem, and perhaps ones that aren’t always endearing and positive. That is the feeling I am picking up. The poetic expression is excellent and the imagery is strong.
Another wonderful poem, rich in unique description about mothers . A lovely read Melvin.
February 9th, 2025 13:45
As Time Goes By
Cheeky Missy said:
The elusive recipient, just beyond view, haunts like a ghost mists veil as choice imagery tricks out a sober tale whose essence calls unto the hearkening soul of yonder. Mystique likewise in tow, this is fascinating and curiously rendered with exceptional imagery, its haunting poignancy refusing to let go of my sleeve. Thank you for sharing.
February 9th, 2025 12:36
Cheeky Missy said:
The elusive recipient, just beyond view, haunts like a ghost mists veil as choice imagery tricks out a sober tale whose essence calls unto the hearkening soul of yonder. Mystique likewise in tow, this is fascinating and curiously rendered with exceptional imagery, its haunting poignancy refusing to let go of my sleeve. Thank you for sharing.
February 9th, 2025 12:36
As Time Goes By
sorenbarrett said:
Here I get the sense of good and evil in that apocalyptical battle where it seems that bad has the upper hand and all that may be left is the memory of good. May be off on this one but was the feeling it evoked
February 9th, 2025 12:29
sorenbarrett said:
Here I get the sense of good and evil in that apocalyptical battle where it seems that bad has the upper hand and all that may be left is the memory of good. May be off on this one but was the feeling it evoked
February 9th, 2025 12:29
As Time Goes By
Teddy.15 said:
I\'m getting Sylvia Plath vibes with this, I may be totally wrong. Oh Melvin, such poetry you are a strong as an ox with the muse riding your pen hand my friend, such utter beauty in every line. Simply stunning as your heart glows it is felt within your poem. 🌹
February 9th, 2025 08:45
Teddy.15 said:
I\'m getting Sylvia Plath vibes with this, I may be totally wrong. Oh Melvin, such poetry you are a strong as an ox with the muse riding your pen hand my friend, such utter beauty in every line. Simply stunning as your heart glows it is felt within your poem. 🌹
February 9th, 2025 08:45
As Quiet As A Tree
arqios said:
Image rich poetry, quite thoroughly enjoyed! …and liked 🙏🏻🕊
February 9th, 2025 04:37
arqios said:
Image rich poetry, quite thoroughly enjoyed! …and liked 🙏🏻🕊
February 9th, 2025 04:37
Seven Blades Of Grass
Cheeky Missy said:
As I forget whom said it, \"how droll--\" and there must stop, left chewing on the vast imagery rendering a familiar landscape to effect so beautifully, yet likewise so very curiously, I\'m contentedly mixed up. How fascinating. Thank you very much for sharing.
February 8th, 2025 14:11
Cheeky Missy said:
As I forget whom said it, \"how droll--\" and there must stop, left chewing on the vast imagery rendering a familiar landscape to effect so beautifully, yet likewise so very curiously, I\'m contentedly mixed up. How fascinating. Thank you very much for sharing.
February 8th, 2025 14:11
Seven Blades Of Grass
Teddy.15 said:
equinox.
of equal length both starmer
and the pitted stones of drought.
self doubt itself no ordinary thing
when sings our Cinderella through the comfort of a chair.
all we as hunched as coal
between the master and the corpse,
each line rehearsed yet never understood.
Well I tried to choose one line but this is just magnificent in full right to the very end in which too is absolutely wonderful. Melvin your equinox is simply exquisite. 🌹
February 8th, 2025 13:17
Teddy.15 said:
equinox.
of equal length both starmer
and the pitted stones of drought.
self doubt itself no ordinary thing
when sings our Cinderella through the comfort of a chair.
all we as hunched as coal
between the master and the corpse,
each line rehearsed yet never understood.
Well I tried to choose one line but this is just magnificent in full right to the very end in which too is absolutely wonderful. Melvin your equinox is simply exquisite. 🌹
February 8th, 2025 13:17
Seven Blades Of Grass
sorenbarrett said:
Melvin your poems require a different type of reading one must let go of the mind and relax in the emotion. It is the overall feel that one is left with that guages the poem not the understanding of the thought. This is pure poetry at its best. A most lovely poem
February 8th, 2025 06:11
sorenbarrett said:
Melvin your poems require a different type of reading one must let go of the mind and relax in the emotion. It is the overall feel that one is left with that guages the poem not the understanding of the thought. This is pure poetry at its best. A most lovely poem
February 8th, 2025 06:11
A Solitude So Grand
Dan Williams said:
\"nostalgia runs it\'s fingers through a breath of metaphors\" is a fine metaphor on it\'s own. very nice.
February 8th, 2025 00:44
Dan Williams said:
\"nostalgia runs it\'s fingers through a breath of metaphors\" is a fine metaphor on it\'s own. very nice.
February 8th, 2025 00:44
When Truth Becomes A Lie
Cassie58 said:
and you my love, that shapes my heart
I will make a world of you already made
how I long to move away
but too afraid
So many beautiful lines here Melvin. Speaks to me about the fear of change. Needs a bucket load of courage at times.
Fab poetry. You always produce the goods.
February 7th, 2025 12:42
Cassie58 said:
and you my love, that shapes my heart
I will make a world of you already made
how I long to move away
but too afraid
So many beautiful lines here Melvin. Speaks to me about the fear of change. Needs a bucket load of courage at times.
Fab poetry. You always produce the goods.
February 7th, 2025 12:42
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