to the world and back.
all letters caged.
syllables inferno, three stars as anagram;
Zeus by name and number,
creation came three mouths of prophecy;
the sleeping man, lime-green, as dumb as smoke,
leaves trail of waste to the white flamenco flesh;
her naked smell; damnation scent as surplus to the core;
she came through roots of man,
the chosen one. neither epitaph nor blunder,
a queen of light to right castrated man;
strangled by the flowers of consensual disease;
through the wards of hidden ceilings,
the climbing nettles rant and rage,
nurse-maid to scars far deeper than her own.
her grieving lines once laughter through the pillars of her heart,
now dead as dormouse feeding on a drip;
comes knowledge to the flailing wind,
the arts as crafted cyclone of retreat.
how many more the sleeping god ignores?
how many more now wish-bone for the fingers of the mute?
heirlooms come with branding irons on the gifted gab of love;
the slouch of man
two-tone as music singing bright deceased;
a heart released,
snows treasures from the eyes.
a once startled love as woman came to give,
passion lives; only women die;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2023 14:19
- Comment from author about the poem: how cruel
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
her grieving lines once laughter through the pillars of her heart,
now dead as dormouse feeding on a drip
Marvelous Melvin. 💖
Brilliant! dear Poet
these words echo why empathy
is a core principal of humaneness
and Truth..
(i know it's not my place
but could you consider
attaching the music video
'These woman's work' by Maxwell
on this page?
just a thought, just ignore it
if you think me rude for asking
or you don't like the song)
I would never consider you rude L B Mek;
and a song I love...blends in with the poem beautifully.
thank you.
Just read it again, yeah the song guides the readers energy
while your words give a much needed slap to our ignorance
Exemplary empathy, thank you my kind friend
(I read and learn)
Such a joy to read your work again, dear Poet
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