as time goes by.
somewhere between the orchids
where the temporary sound obscures the view.
now the windows, pained as ordinary foes,
between jupitor and a bottled apple tree,
where all roads lead to where all once began.
a surrogate wind where floats one mother more,
distraight, dismaid, devoid of light.
no speed of light more tender
than the cabbage on her lung.
there is no place left these days.
no face that fits the torso of a tongue.
there is no uniform to dress the marble walls
that walk no earth from sundown
to the ever-changing mood's forget-me-nots.
how long ago `a will stood tall and strong?
now darkness breeds it's sermon
where the cutting crew descends
deep below the beggars and the leaves
who have flown your nest a million times before.
perhaps another time some may return.
and as time goes by,
where the temporary sound obscures the view,
all men will gather one by one,
and dare remember you;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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I'm getting Sylvia Plath vibes with this, I may be totally wrong. Oh Melvin, such poetry you are a strong as an ox with the muse riding your pen hand my friend, such utter beauty in every line. Simply stunning as your heart glows it is felt within your poem. 🌹
a tribute to the mothers of the world sadly lost Teddy, including, of course, my own.
eight years ago today.
Ah so I wasn't completely wrong, this is a beautiful tribute. 🌹
thank you Teddy.
as kind and supportive as always x
BRAVO
how very kind Tony.
and very much appreciated;
You're welcome
Here I get the sense of good and evil in that apocalyptical battle where it seems that bad has the upper hand and all that may be left is the memory of good. May be off on this one but was the feeling it evoked
I would say you are spot on Soren.
right now, bad has the upper hand.
but thankfully, only just.
thank you again for your comments...
always greatly appreciated.
The elusive recipient, just beyond view, haunts like a ghost mists veil as choice imagery tricks out a sober tale whose essence calls unto the hearkening soul of yonder. Mystique likewise in tow, this is fascinating and curiously rendered with exceptional imagery, its haunting poignancy refusing to let go of my sleeve. Thank you for sharing.
and thank you for reading....and your most kind comment.
such comments make it all worthwhile;
all men will gather one by one
and dare remember you:
Looking back over time, there appear to be many memories in this poem, and perhaps ones that aren’t always endearing and positive. That is the feeling I am picking up. The poetic expression is excellent and the imagery is strong.
Another wonderful poem, rich in unique description about mothers . A lovely read Melvin.
a most touching comment Cassie.
thank you once again.
Some interesting imagery in this sad poem!
thank you for the read and kind comment.
much appreciated;
"no face that fits the torso of a tongue", oblique, obtuse, deep. Hard words well said.
Wow. Beautiful and powerful writing. Brilliant.
so kind my friend.
thank you Thomas.
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