how slow these cradles rock
with their honycomb mouths of a desert sand
from a distant land of now forgotten ways.
these days now drag as heavy as a horse
as the frozen steel of nettles trace my skin.
there is a May Queen in my summer house
more perfect than the lines that haunt my face.
neither time nor space
nor to chance one arm
to dare the scarecrow
pierce my eyes for a better view than his.
my hunger grows as panic through my veins
too many miles away
from the flaunting wrists that once were mine alone.
one too many stepping stones
dismembered with the summer leaves
in a basket full of toadstools and imaginary friends.
where now am I
in these Danse Macabre days?
all walks of life now statues of an ordinary kind
as blunt and blind as the pickled bowels
swimming with a goldfish upside down.
there is nothing here but tin
though for thirteen days it shined it's shoes
and walked to the fairground stalls in bright attire.
it is a long walk home from the straight mouths of despair.
I will meet you there
on the sunny-side of an egg white
dancing with the red ants
on a single strand of hair;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Melvin my inadequate mind grappled with this beautifully written poetic art and I had to read it again and again. In the end i was left with the emotion it evoked of age and what its advancement leaves us. From cradle where time passes so slowly and the adversities of life as nettles till "lines that haunt my face". I think my favorite line was "to dare the scarecrow pierce my eyes for a better view than his" Lovely!! Age again "dismembered with summer leaves" we are sometimes left with doubts and immaginary friends. A gold fish upside down? sign of death? We do our best to look younger shining our shoes and putting on our best attire but itsstill a long walk back from despair. The last a hope for meeting somewhere beyond
I would suggest soren, your ''far from'' inadequate mind has summed up this write perfectly;
thank you for your comment....
comments like these make me feel very humble.
I would be so happy to know that you met on the other side of your journey dearest Melvin, an extraordinary piece of poetry, and an incredibly glimpse into your journey. And of course your ending, just makes me think of your beloved wife, who for some reason always believed she had fiery red hair. 🌹 Sunny side up my dear friend. 🌹
sunny side up indeed Teddy.
a journey far from over of course, and much left to do.
however sad life seems, it goes on....
that much I know.
thank you my very dear friend.
❤️
Dear Melvin, you evoke strong emotion in your poetry with unique imagery on the journey through your lines. I always have to read your work several times before I dare comment on it. Death of someone close can leave us in the depths of despair. That magnitude of loss is overwhelming
all walks of life now statues of an ordinary kind - that is remarkable expression deeply felt
So many great lines and the last four ended for me on a much lighter note. One day …..
you are most kind Cassie, as always.
and I truely appreciate your very supportive comments.
Powerful imagery and tremendous use of language.
thank you Thomas
the journey of life is full of ups and downs - hope the future holds more hope than the past did, and the nettles do not prick you further
good write
thank you for reading and stopping by with such kind words.
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