If I Take No Turn

aDarkerMind



if i take no turn,

on not the greeting bent as ever was;

when calmed the nerves; claimed all who wasn't i.

i pay no price to bubble blood,

nor fidgit tree-limbed centred to the space.

the sea has flown,

from nest to stomach pastures ever new;

to shovel gravel tame as i am vine,

dragging nail and the tailing wind;

the fasting eyes in the hungry head,

kiss me dead

and breathe alone one stranger at a time;

 

if i take no more,

not once more can i ask,

nor splice the apple green as Adam's tongue.

i have rubbed my tickles dry,

graphed my skin one movement in a still.

hill to earth one wagon-ride as the cow-bell hides,

no sentiment nor sentence, red as written word,

will bird my brain an auction lot,

cross palm and Sunday hacksaw on my wrist;

and praise me be, one stranger less each time;

 

if i take no mind,

no mind can take away,

nor sleeve my arms one second more to chance;

a flying frog on a hogs back picking skin,

if i dare no sign,

no sign dare let me in;

no promise made to he i do not know,

nor she, both mothers to the wound;

if i take too soon,

too soon i give away;

on not the greeting bent as ever was;

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 28th, 2021 09:46
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 31
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    (thank you for sharing such a revealing and honest write, dear Masterful Poet
    and for inspiring my own little scribbled reply..
    'What a Talent!)
    'when we, but flesh and pulsing hope
    meet, without first learning to greet
    where do we acquire the fortitude
    to stand erect, in that familiar face
    of dread?
    I seek, comfort in the absence
    of parenthood, that chose to exist
    as silent investor's in a portfolio
    they stumbled upon, on a drunken night
    and were too prideful
    to open, that morning-after pill
    of salvation and instead, caged us all
    in this sinking fate
    without Houdini's, tricks
    to grant us a chance: for escape...'



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