somewhere deep
inside the stomach of a crow
satire breeds it's vengeance
biting through a walnuts scant remains;
what day on earth is this?
now one less mouth to prod and poke forlorn
three-sided long
eclipsed by moon and tablet less supreme;
one look of scorn
shatters atoms brighter than a flare.
now wiles away the hours of such pain;
as scared as death.
some speak of death as nothing but a spark
that lights and rears it's children second best,
flamingo-blue for the setting down in stone.
no longer bone of man,
nor flesh of woman
abstract; fancy free;
knee-deep in shapes more rounded
than my eyes of seraphim;
immaculate as moth through a talking cloud,
begging for the red meat of despair;
perhaps I part my hair,
startle passers-by with the warmth of a neon light?
don't look too hard the tulip of my tears.
they are nothing more but water
somewhere deep
inside the stomach of a crow;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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somewhere deep
inside the stomach of a crow
satire breeds it's vengeance
biting through a walnuts scant remains;
See this makes me think of all that I've been through to find my satire ❤️ so damn clever sir. Your last lines kudos and that in the middle fabulous. Imagery that would scare anyone but not me.
most kind Teddy.
am a little lost right now, and writing my usual ''off mood'' stuff;
reading up on the life of Sylvia Plath a little too much!
not sure I would scare people with my writing, but you have a better knowledge of me and my mind than most.
like you, I will find that humour one day.
bless you;
Just be you and write from your heart as a very wise gentleman told me. ❤️ Some would say my humour is trite lol ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Fantastic use of language and imagery. I like your style Sir.
thank you Thomas.
looking forward to us sharing our words of poetry.
keep in touch.
I definitely will. I am new here. Can you give me some hints on navigating this site?
read the poetry, comment on what you enjoy.
the more comments you send, the more you get.
the more friends you make;
and...poetry wins.
sounds great.
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