what nuance this in image now betrayed
a plague of dust through nettles of the eyes
taller than the stairs that brought us here.
a prelude to the sons of seven chimes
that ring each tune of time through severed light.
of all undone now twists immortal tales
forever life where drops the shallow tides
through early dawn to where the heavens hang;
I have driven green this age where muscles dry
slept beneath the stars in salted shade
with broken bread on a sea of salmon's thighs
where windows spin loves tempers with their knives.
each clock that ticks it's second hand of fate
to cliffs too white to worship from afar.
I have seen the pulse of summer as she fades
deep inside one quarter of a mile.
it is here where leaping hearts of seeping wounds
walk trails to unaccompanied release
to suckle on the pale white breast
of the thistle as she sleeps;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 12th, 2024 04:50
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Comments2
Wow wow and wow, your poetic pen is on fire your imagery glorious in richness and your last lines, well My dear Melvin, sounds as if you should be reading this in the Shakespeare theatre, and then some. 🌹
that's a very nice and kind thing to say Teddy.
and as always, greatly appreciated.
thank you.
Powerful work. Your use of language and flow is brilliant on fire, as Teddy said.
many thanks my friend.
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