better now the geese are gone.
no better way to spring this art of noise.
voices dressed in wood for the iron age,
common ground have we a sudden loss.
we came composed at arms-length from the sun.
no kiss. no stinging tail
no second-chance reprieve.
head-first we dropped our sun-dials
from the pillars of the birth-mark
to the solid ground of life's now mortal wounds
where each and every fibre cracks it's scorn.
each past-tense in a shell of pure retreat
we crawl as snakes once more a city's sleep.
I have claimed all ashes now are mine to keep
to walk with gay abandon
through an ageless metaphor
where the shrinking violet,
who sends her kisses to my spine
occupies my mind her majesty.
my kingdom is my own
this muted room!
better now the geese are gone.
within these walls
a leopard on the wrong side of a crib;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for you My Love
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Comments4
So very powerful and brilliant. Beautiful last lines. 🌹
thank you my dear friend.
a most impressive poem and with such great depth, it resonates .. furthermore, I have an issue with geese every year both when they are arriving in magnificent skeins and on their noisy departure .. they blitzkrieg our old house with all manner of regurgitated fruit and vegetables .. tis terribly dangerous and otherwise disconcerting my friend .. Neville
I love your imagery and the way you pain this picture. Truly brilliant.
as kind as always Thomas.
and always appreciated my friend.
Fantastic poem,
another beauty that
showcases your
amazing poetic talents!
Thank you for sharing
with us,, much enjoyed!!
Best regards, peace Thad
very kind words once again Thad, thank you.
have a wonderful day.
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