while the good shepherds grieve
their innocence of faith in a gold-horns mouth.
all the dears depart
long-handled pike's more reverend than salt.
the longest grain that spouts the god of flame.
it is once again great spring-time
through the origins of straw.
no name-sake ever poorer
than the pickled eggs of yellow trout
down-stream in heavens camelot
through the cycle of each optimistic mind.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 31st, 2024 10:44
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Comments5
Simply fabulous 🌹
thank you so much Teddy.
most kind, as always.
hope you're keeping well.
A delicious display of images like pieces from a puzzle
thank you once again soren.
always appreciate your kind words.
I like the play of opposites here, a strong underpinning for this poem that for me supports the folly of our beliefs. Good write my friend!
and folly it most certainly is Bella.
many thanks.
This is really good. 🙂
The spiritual themes are very impactful.
thank you for your kind words, much apreciated.
Tremendous and brilliant.
that's a very kind comment indeed my friend.
an truely touched Thomas.
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