when every thing was all
one wind and nothing.
the heavens turned
her circle came in a climbing snow.
one-weather man on the doubled edge
light came light
no thistle turned the crown;
one rounded world
one world from light,
came shooting stars at snail-pace on a white rig,
came sailors eyes
nailed and rigged on her harboured walls
when every sea one kingdon
one wave. one kissing tide,
she grew her days as silence grew her envoy;
her waters white as blood
her blood as red her climbing snow,
clocks sand and sea
cloaks fish-and-dagger whole-tail
on the dry-land now her screams
feeds hunger only water from the belly of the stream;
when all was all
sun and moon; birthday boys' with dancing girls;
how far gone their dreams?
how deeply sleeps the old man of the sea;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
What a wonderful imagery
Nature taken for granted
Will show her emotions one day
She will show that she shouldn’t be ignored
no, she shouldn\'t be ignored;
many thanks for reading, and taking time to comment;
most kind.
I hope the lady you're celebrating in this ode, is worthy of your beautiful words
and in those Sun and Moon offspring's,
her life's crimson-earned rewards:
may be fully realised...
(forgive me if I have mistaken the meaning, in your choice wording;
and thank you
for sharing such intimate feelings, with such brave transparency my friend)
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