From Kingdom Come

aDarkerMind

From kingdom come

What better art is here now Summers' fruits

Hibernate with the black swans

In a pocket full of photographs

With a slice of cheese

And a bookmark for the fuchia's never read.

Wild flower roots in a breakfast bowl

Each morning falls a darker shade 

Of Olive trees lime green and breathing still.

No time to crawl now the frost has capped my ears

Tapped my eyes with rabbits blood

Traded me for a compass-point and quill.

I am two miles shy of where I cannot be.

My collar turned and whiter

Than the secrets you possess

That dared caress my eyelids

The second time we met.

It was the freckles on your pillow

Taking root in the marrows heart

With eyes as sad as a wet September day.

I have found again my walnut tree

Deep beneath a forest

Full of buttercups and orange tambourines.

Singing for my supper

Through a slot-machine with the eyebrows of a goat.

From kingdom come

To the floating bridge 

On a never ending sea of tempered leaves;

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2024 10:07
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, sorenbarrett
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  • Teddy.15

    From kingdom come

    What better art is here now Summers' fruits

    Hibernate with the black swans

    In a pocket full of photographs

    With a slice of cheese

    And a bookmark for the fuchia's never read.

    Wild flower roots in a breakfast bowl

    Each morning falls a darker shade

    Of Olive trees lime green and breathing still

    Simply spoilt for imagery, and may I say that everything grows from a seed, your poetry is at its pinnacle this evening a glorious bloom I'd say. This is one of my new favourites of yours, it's some how filled with magnificent colour and the olives speak of peaceful times. 🌹 💙

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Teddy.

      after reading your wonderful poem earlier, I found myself in a better mood than I've been for some time.
      time to put a little colour in my words...
      I have a lot to thank you for Teddy.

      • Teddy.15

        That's amazing, and yes you do have a lot of colour to come in your life dear Melvin, I totally could feel this more optimistic mood of yours, humbled I am. 🌹

      • Cassie58

        I have found again my walnut tree

        That has to be a positive. These trees have a wonderful canopy and symbolize many great characteristics.

        I like the reference to buttercups and orange tambourines. Vibrant colour. Speaks to me of summer.

        A never ending sea of tempered leaves is beautiful expression and imagery. So much in this poem to ponder on. A feast of imagery. Happy Wednesday Melvin.


        • aDarkerMind

          thank you so much Cassie.
          perhaps it is time I put some colour in my words...
          and with the help of a very dear friend, this is the start of something new.
          happy Wednesday to you too.
          and once again, thank you.

        • Thomas W Case

          Outstanding, sir.

          • aDarkerMind

            thank you Thomas

          • Dan Williams

            Sometimes it seems like "two miles shy of where I cannot be." is as close as we ever get. Still, "a slot-machine with the eyebrows of a goat" is just a marvelous line.

            • aDarkerMind

              thank you Dan.

              sometimes it seems two mles is never close enough.

              much appreciated.

            • sorenbarrett

              In obscure lines I felt clarity, in confusion understanding. This poem struck to the core of the outer limits of emotion. I loved the word play in (fucia's never read). The metaphor for age in (now the frost has capped my ears) is wonderful. I think my favorite line is (I am two miles shy of where I can not be) not only have I been there I think I am still there. A most wonderful poem and a Fav

              • aDarkerMind

                a most kind comment Soren.

                a safe place to be? perhaps.

                it is the moving on I struggle with.



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