with a gentle dust of cinnamon
trade innocence for light each mothers wait
that soars with each, the skylark
and the never-ending green of summers sprem.
what burns cannot forsake the homeless sneeeze
the breeze that begs an encore
now the willow sleeps with a distant twin,
each lock of hair no more inept than we;
this is no more than solitaire.
no breakfast-bowl forsaken
now the chomping at the bit
that bids one final sad farewell
to the orange pith, the goat herd and the itch.
corn-fed the red nosed reindeer,
swimming through the barnacles and the fossils of the dead;
high-rise it seems our concrete and our steel.
well-heeled the tallest flowers
now showers us with turtle-juice
and a never-ending rhyme.
what time of day we strangers once now friends
with our belly's full of slime and apple-pie?
there is a woman in my grave
she is swimming through the barnacles and the fossils of the dead.
code-red she tells my seeping flesh; code-red;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Melvin, I love your image-rich poetry. This poem has such a unique, dreamlike quality—like stepping into someone else’s stream of consciousness. Lines like ‘swimming through the barnacles and the fossils of the dead’ really hit me; they’re haunting but also kind of beautiful. Life, death, and time are explored—but in such an abstract way that it leaves a lot open to interpretation, which is an aspect of your poetry I truly enjoy. Well done, my friend. Bravo! 🌹👏
and thank you my dear friend....
your more than kind words are always appreciated.
and mean the world to me;
You are most welcome, Melvin. Sorry for my delayed response; I've been under the weather with a nasty sinus infection. 😱🤧 Finally emerging on the other side!
good to hear you are on the mend Tristan...
and once again, thank you.
you take care;
Of your poems this is one of my favorites, it is dark as usual but carries with it a foreboding feeling as well. The last lines reinforce this. Nicely done Melvin
thank you Soren.
as kind and supportive as always...
as always, very much appreciated my good friend.
It could be a very bad dream or serious concussion
A magnificence of imagery
Your title made me think apple crumble and then turned to memories inside this piece, then I started thinking of my own mother, a code red situation, perhaps you will be saved? your last lines gave me goosebumps. 🌹
thank you Teddy...
perhaps one day we will all be saved?
until then, a warm hug for my very dear friend.
once again...Thank You.
Good point, those last lines really say it all, thank you my dear Melvin. A warm hug right back to you my dear friend. 🌹
Your poetry is always brimful of imagery Melvin, with lines rich in language. This whole piece has a darkness to it and also an air of foreboding. A warning from beyond the grave. Loved the read. Have a good evening.
thank you for your most kind words Cassie...
reading your comments always brings a smile to my face.
and am always most thankfull.
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