polarity of thought
now goes a southern cross
so wanders so I breathe as one inept
when cold this earth of multitudes bereft.
through marrows skin of death's deserted ways
a clay of red satirical in an easter day's parade
what process this that heaves each lovers dirt
each unsafe beyond the arc of foes forgotten trust.
behind the walls where hides the unborn cry
where the fallen birds of summer rest
with eyes as green as gangrene 'neath a shade of hidden rust
neither flesh nor bone alone pray never tell.
between the braille where nimble fingers talk
of he of everlasting on a sea of sullen art
where Sappho muses still of holocaust
where widows crawl all inches of his scars.
before the winter pines dare multiply
in dolphins womb with rattlesnakes black gold
each dancing barefoot, naked as a trout
choking on the whispers of aloof.
polarity of thought in a swollen brain
between the touch of samphire
the immortal touch of herculean claw
still I wander. still I breathe
still I love as one. as one inept;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Very impressive writing, as always.
thank you Ellen.
Breath taking. Brilliant work and word choice.
thank you my friend
"And he saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor:
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