a saucer for my combat garb.
so steams the white-fish fillet to the crown.
two years gone, my Phileas Fogg,
it is eighty days since England bid farewell
and slept aboard old Harry Rocks,
around the Dorset Coast in a lambs wool veil.
there is beauty here in numbers,
where cormorants hatch from seagulls eggs,
so shall I walk where oats of menace sprout;
it is the endless miles of turtleneck,
shell of man. wine bottle lamps.
there are none so bright as they who kiss farewell;
from the needles of a tree,
there is hogmanay in your heart I cannot see.
what chaos comes from the thunder in our eyes?
all woods will have us say our peace,
while mountains made our gardens pure.
there is no night light enough this cupid's tale,
my narrow room with flowers,
a flaming flood of oil came coils of spring.
there are none so bright as they who kiss farewell.
Edinburgh will never be my home;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Words, each brings a message and feeling and in their combination different colors and hues. This poem leaves feelings of not belonging.
two lost souls from two different worlds it seems.
I get the sense of a lot of restless travelling but at each stop finding something missing, that stops it being home, i am probably wrong, but that is how comes across to me. Enjoyed the read and enjoy the rest off your weekend.
most kind Tobani.
always appreciate your kind words.
You are very welcome
there are none so bright as they who
kiss farewell
that line stands out as it is duplicated and adds emphasis to this intriguing piece.
There are two references to Scotland, one is Edinburgh, the other Hogmanay, yet there appears to be distance on the author’s part. The whole poem gave me a feeling of being away from that which offers most peace and tranquility. I felt an emptiness as though someone is missing. Always a pleasure reading your poetry Melvin. I enjoyed the references here to the natural environment. Another fine poem.
many thanks Cassie.
two people who are too afraid to make that one choice.
Tremendous work, my friend.
thank you Thomas
Just the other day in conversation, someone mentioned the fact that it hadn't felt like the new year had started yet, like a rolodex that wouldn't click over. Having said that, this poem appears to be symbolising a new beginning that remains hidden from the poetic persona's view, adding a layer of mystery and longing to its narrative. This 'saucer' beautifully contains the complexity of human emotions and the interplay between external landscapes and inner journeys. A true joy to read.
you are most kind.
a new beginning, yes.
though the longing remains.
Yes, indeed!
Two of my Grandparents were Scottish, this is full of heart and soul dearest Melvin, I'm totally in love with these lines...
there are none so bright as they who kiss farewell;
from the needles of a tree,
there is hogmanay in your heart I cannot see.
what chaos comes from the thunder in our eyes?
The way you get your reader to see into your poetry is a true gift my dear friend. 🌹
thank you Teddy...
as much as I love Scotland, I have too much here.
but all is good right now my friend.
Not sure how I missed this yesterday, but it was suggested to me and I am thankful for that. A most wonderful write, Melvin.
enjoyed the read- hope the wanderings stop, and solace is around the corner
happy 2025
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