To a Face We Cannot See Poem, by Melvin James, at My poetic side

to a face we cannot see.

somewhere abrupt. remember me,

in prime of life

one slice was I. two shades the hidden stare;

how many now the roots

feeding brain a voltage through a straw?;

one step stampede

neither race nor gaunt

a hunters prey

sunflower seeds all aching of my joints;

the kick inside

hatching crab-like jaws to safe retreat.

as safe as numbers crowded in a pulse;

public domain

no space alone with scant remains

dead panther all and all and me

roam free to rummage waste below our knees;

what time of day now this?

too many hands now touch and prod their gods

gifting sight a belly-full of chimes,

corduroy blue. tugging on a stem;

we and them

neither now or then,

will cock our eyes due south reluctantly,

in prime of life

to a face we cannot see;

Comments +

Teddy.15 September 30th, 2023 13:08
Being my authentic self is so important, and as you have taught me on many occasions to write from my heart, I see that you take your own advice. There is far too much competitiveness in the world dear Melvin personally I prefer uniqueness, and you got that my dear friend. ❤️
Thomas W Case October 15th, 2023 01:07
You use language well to pint the scene you desire. Nice work.

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To a Face We Cannot See