movie reels and cinema
images of sun through a hanging nail
working hands twinned forth their pinnacle
two ribs of soil more provident than lime
she of sticks of romanesque physique
bears child of fruit through winds of hail and sum.
the marriage vows of lovers starboard side
water each for cries of sleeping jaws
mother of all knees in a leaning box
more radiant than light from an eastern tree
(should death dare sleep one minute more than me
let shape be coloured cribb of equinox)
too long in a walking thundercloud of Zeus
in hidden verse where hides the son of youth
visions once of love this turning world
too strong the days this fear of sweet rejoice
where shadows light of mass from the jealous eye
let me lend my ear to the old pond as she flows
to dance with Isadora
through the secrets of a rose;
- Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 13th, 2024 11:13
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Comments1
What a beautiful title, I'm thinking they don't make them like the old days. Utterly stunning poetry love love your last lines. 🌹
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