From mountain to the mouth. solo south to the flying jaw, the paradox;
From soil to lie. white beetle juice to black oil from the fever of the rig;
The Fracking hands, as silent as four winds no stitch can heal
Comes food enough to feed the frozen petals of the bark.
To the dogging man came she as soil, christened as she slept,
Sleeping eyes have never looked as beautiful as she;
From fountain to the foot, walking Soho from the draining womb of reason;
Ice-bricks as big as boulders bent as twigs no eyes have ever dared to cross;
From road to heart; fools rain on drooling sunshine came and wept erected man.
Too late to plead incontinence now the sky cracks skull and crossbow of his seed!;
From caveman to a king; we bake to burn; farm silk in urns on turning tides and tables.
Half man half moon. half way to hell, half blind now fostered child;
From chorus to the psalm; how safe your church is now your bible seeths?
From hand to mouth; now silence grieves from heart to village square;
Reflections bright as physalis; lamplight bright as heartstrings, bright as love, now goes,
From fountain to the mothers mouth; star-crossed now distance stems the flow of life;
Where are we now, now Eden crossed?; our village streets now paintless, dry as hell!
Our artist of the street now hides; from mountain to the safety of the cage!
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2021 05:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Sir David Amess; RIP.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
'The Fracking hands, as silent
as four winds, no stitch can heal'
'From hand to mouth;
now silence grieves
from heart to village square;
Reflections, bright as physalis; lamplight bright as heartstrings, bright as love,
now goes,
From fountain to the mothers mouth;
star-crossed now distance stems
the flow of life;
Where are we now, now Eden crossed?;
our village streets now paintless, dry as hell!
Our artist of the street now hides; from mountain
to the safety of the cage!'
(sublime imagery!
loved the way, you weaved all these loud and purposefully brash lines,
into one seamless flow of abstracted
acute, snap-shot of everyday realism'
(another wonderfully unique reading experience, thank you for sharing
dear Masterful Poet)
'what a Talent!'
as kind and gracious as always L.B.
and greatly appreciated;
thank you;
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