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;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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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. 🌹 💙
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.
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. 🌹
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.
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.
Outstanding, sir.
thank you Thomas
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.
thank you Dan.
sometimes it seems two mles is never close enough.
much appreciated.
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
a most kind comment Soren.
a safe place to be? perhaps.
it is the moving on I struggle with.
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