Where Ends Eternity?

aDarkerMind

where ends eternity?

strawberry gold swings windmill to the dumb;

from the clean side of the hill,

metaphors as still as calm

unrest long gone now Troubadour,

bright as mango, happy as a Lark,

bears child three storeys taller than the Ark;

no spark to flame,

lame god no more now shooting from the hip,

christened by the rose of melancholy Aphrodite;

confetti came with nettles in her hair,

in snare of love too dark to reminisce.

Trafalgar came as square and composite

battened down it's hatchlings on a spear of metaphors.

marrowbone, now whiter than the eye,

the gentle flow of morphine through the crumpled wedding dress

are England's churches strong enough to sing beyond depressed?

time and tune alone no longer prouder than oppressed;

cold comfort to the feuding twins of Gemini and Bark,

dark veined walls now brighter than a blush

the married Hen hunts heaven in a rush.

a mother to the Autumn leaves that crave her Northern Star,

how far now we

from lightening to the hailstones of the heart?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2023 13:20
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 11
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Teddy.15

    Troubadour a wonderful word and for some reason I'm getting the message that if we wanted to we could live in peace with all this beauty and nature surrounding us. Anyway this is what I see and it's another blinder of uniqueness. Extraordinary really. 💖

    • aDarkerMind

      as clever a Race as we are, we still have to learn Teddy;
      many thanks;

    • L. B. Mek

      'christened by the rose of melancholy Aphrodite;
      confetti came with nettles in her hair,
      in snare of love too dark to reminisce.'
      beautifully noir imagery, inked succinct
      (serendipity delivers promises
      gift wrapped in cacti thorns
      to hug our destiny, prepare to bleed
      and have our potholed hope leak
      our fantastical grasp of serenity)
      you always deliver such great imagery
      I read and learn, wise Poet

      • aDarkerMind

        as kind as always my friend;
        thank you.



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