another cut this love
this real of ache
that shakes the silence dry
that breaks each day
one hundred pieces small
through early mornings doors
to know-it-all.
no taller than the panoramic
view of clotted-cream
it will as life abort the final cut.
the final scene
this grand parade to walk unseen
through hours tinted-glass
of man's machine.
the heavy noise of shoes;
the bitter egg;
where He once walked
now kicks and squawks
fat enough for Easter's garden walk
to pimp the flesh that follows
swallows whole the gift of Edens chalk.
another cut this love
a winters plough
the kiss of death
the milk of mothers cow;
my chariot of snakes
who loves me now?
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 20th, 2024 11:25
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Living with the ache of loss cuts deep. You can not escape it. If you don’t dream it, it will surely grip you on waking and it will choose when it will drown you. Deeply felt words.
most kind Cassie
And two further stanzas added since my earlier response. The word choice in that final stanza, that ends with a question mark, packs a punch with its strong imagery.
Good write, DM.
Images were raw.
many thanks once again Jerry
Powerful penning,
poignant 😢 and
heart touching and
wonderfully woven
my friend! 👍
Best regards ✌️ Thad
thank you Thad
kind regards
Superb work, my friend.
thank you Thomas
Rhyme seems to have fallen out of fashion so kudos the different rhyme scene . Good work
most kind Dan.
thank you very much.
An incredible sense of deep loss and sorrow, you surely know how to inspire your reader dear Melvin, in the most wonderful times and the most deeply tragic. Kudos my dear friend. I absolutely love your first stanza it has emotion and imagery that cuts like a knife. 🌹
thank you my friend....
hope all is well with you.
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