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) (
Online) - Published: October 12th, 2023 06:31
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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?
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