When Wisdom Grew a Beard on Fickle Trees

aDarkerMind



when wisdom grew a beard on fickle trees

in woods of shaded argument

melancholy holly leaves on abandoned pastures old

on circus dust where juggles the succulent taste of liver stooping low;

countless waves of squandered paragraphs

between pages where rages the assassins flute of chance

sings the eyes of the bottled and battered sheepskin spy

in the slipstream of the grounded metaphor

in triumphant march with hares above the landfilled mass

swells the melted ice of the dragonflys' bastard child;

through hives of tainted chives with tortured chicken wire

with funeral food for the confounding pounding on deaths open door

still we wait for the blossoming bride in her pumkin dress and something borrowed blue;

aborted gods in packets of assorted imperial arms

charms the father of the farming kettledrums wayward poltergeist.

a heist for the apple of adams love for the punctured pictured lawn

a seagull each for the duelling nostrils for the heart of early dawn;

when wisdom grew a beard on fickle trees

in woods of shaded argument

we tiptoed with our horses feet through the skull of hercules;

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2021 14:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    at this point, all I can do is appreciate, favourite
    and just re-read your brilliance
    again, and again, and again, and again...
    just, WOW!!!
    shame on such a spitefully, pathetic industry
    that ignores brilliant mind's like yours..
    what a crime! of unforgivable waste
    you should share your talent
    with as many people as you can, dear poet
    keep believing and striving!

  • aDarkerMind

    thank you L B Mek.
    I always appreciate your comments;
    I will never stop believing.
    and I will always write the only way I know and never comform to the poets hierarchy;



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