what way this sea I crave?
with it's thin white lines
it's snow-white sheets
that yet to dare my blood to float upon.
it is winter. it is brass. it is me!
I am as old as tin in a room that seldom smiles.
pray god the walking dead
the stuffed fish with heads that creak and crawl
too small to swim through the cognac to a heart.
should I dare to praise each stone I walk upon?
through the socket of a single eye
I have never dared to pry each old tattoo
that fumbles with it's fingers
to imaginary friends
where each eye blinks so sais the shallow die.
the gallows pole
the hole into I crawl, the crooked queen
greets me with an epilogue
as written by each unattended thought.
I am neither gaunt nor fat,
nor am I acrobat as I hang myself to dry!
a more heroic side,
who dies first,
the spider or the fly?
I am neither predator nor an easy meat to chew.
it is 2am, this second time I die
with no iron in my blood
no padlock on my jaw to apprehend
the purple stem of cancer in my groin.
write me late December,
decorate my tree
remember me;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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There is one thing I am absolutely certain of dear Melvin, and it's this, your beloved wife was a very lucky lady to have you by her side. Nothing else to say dear friend. 🌹
such kind words, as always Teddy.
bless you.
Here I felt a series of poetic lines fall as leaves from trees. They swirled about me and blew in the wind. I could hear their rustle and feel their dryness as they crackled and crunched under foot. They spoke in whispers and with the whistle of the breeze. I knew that they were once part of trees. A lovely write.
a very kind and touching Soren.
much appreciated.
Oh, dear Melvin! Beautiful and heartbreaking. A truly wonderful write, my friend! 🌹👏❤️🩹
thank you very much Tristan.
very kind words, as always.
Most deserving words, imho. You are welcome, my friend. ☺️
Beautifully written , very enjoyable read
you are most kind..
thank you.
You are very welcome
The lines are incredibly creative and bring stark imagery to the reader. There is an atmosphere here of decay and a sadness. I see the tree missing its leaves. Mournful. Wonderful poetry Melvin.
many thanks Cassie.
and very much appreciated.
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