made up of this and that

aDarkerMind

made up of this and that;

like a river through a vase

I bare no grudge to witness such a whyle

as happy as a carpet-bag 

richer than the twisted limbs of tapestry and ice;

 

within these walls

waterfalls of brunette blood

locking horns my four walls of austere.

a pregnant sea's fine art of photographs.

intrusion much as media alike;

 

outside a great beyond

one world. one man. no other

no brother through the cycle of the heir

to push beyond a boundary upheld.

a mother-load of cliches

as idle as I am beyond compare;

 

my terracotta bed of introvert

pepper-green. heavier than air

I dream with tangerine of Phaedra's love

kissing through uncertainty 

one hundred shades of nuance

through a muzzled dialect.

 

made up of this and that

within these walls

too many nights

the silent one resides;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2023 12:05
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 6
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Superb work my friend.

  • Teddy.15

    Beautiful ❤️

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you my friend.



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