from back to front it seems as yesterday
clock-face aloft in gods own seedy town.
it is as feared,
the dead shall not appear
now the pleasant people talk a giblets song.
their gizzard of malarkey's spit
three pokes of moon
form muscles of a tongue.
they chatter most as lovers
under covers of a mushroom heart
each pregnant under promise of a lung.
they are postcard green
these people with their hand-to-mouth pristine.
their fingers clean, possessed
with flowers pressed as serviettes
the country-boys'
with bruises on their chins.
red carpet rolls it's trolling of a rip.
bad weather days where
sways our quantum steps
an anger from the footsteps of an ox.
full-moon of gorse
that dwarfs the eiderdown
shows it's horns
and dares to stomach pain.
the ill-retreat.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2024 12:56
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Comments3
Superb work, my friend.
many thanks Thomas
Wow, your poem is captivating! The free-flowing style and vivid imagery create a dreamlike quality that's truly engaging. I especially love the "mushroom heart" metaphor - it's so evocative. Your unique voice shines through, blending abstract concepts with concrete details beautifully. Your style is refreshingly original! Thanks for sharing!
and thank you for your most encouraging words.
very much appreciated.
Wow Melvin this is such a magnificent piece.
bad weather days where
sways our quantum steps
an anger from the footsteps of an ox
Love these lines dear friend. A powerful and beautiful poetic art. 🌹
many thanks Teddy.
once more am graced with your kind and thoughtful words.
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