No Deeper Than A Six

aDarkerMind



no deeper than a six

half-dead as poets

tobacco brown

more imperial than a thousand frosts of time;

no walls to hide the Autumn from the eye

of sorrow lame

crawling with a Pheasant 

through astrology and rhyme;

this song that sings to nowhere

bible black

voices from Argyle to sweet anon

pepper-green

for the sweet smell of a Rose to walk upon;

all things as this

one substance from the colours of the brave

the beauty of the marker

slave to Master

Mistress to amphetamine 

digging deep our secrets to a grave;

as pure as penicillin

one substance lacking taste

from a god of China

barking with a postmark

with her cinnamon and paste;

no heavy heart

score years no less than money up a tree

in monkeys stomach

as pale as he abandoned 

in our  Ezra's very own Sargasso sea.

murder me a lime

suggest I prove no more all what is mine;

you are you

in petticoat and plaster.

I and I

beneath your stars

to Hell of ever after.

melancholy not

the powers of a word.

what treasures are our own

that we should swear on oath as lovers should?

half me

half Sycamore.

you are you

pulling flowers 

deeper than a six;

I have loved you twice already

with the fruits of summer mixed;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2023 14:03
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 9
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Brilliant. Again, you amaze me. Thomas W. Case amazed...wow. Here's the thing, you take flash snapshots and create mood, fucking smells, sounds tastes. You bring memory flooding back like the rose colored coat my mom had on the day she died, the smell of cigarettes and tuna casserole....frozen clothes on the clothesline. I had to take down after i picked up my car from the grocery store that she died in....genius. You take the reader right to the heart of the poem, if he has heard sound...

    • Thomas W Case

      Phenomenal Sir.

      • aDarkerMind

        I am very taken by such a comment Thomas;
        very touching words.
        thank you;

      • Teddy.15

        Amazing imagery and filled with emotions tragic and less so by the end your last lines are fabulous ❤️

        • aDarkerMind

          thank you Teddy.

          much appreciated, as always.



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