on the other side of something.
like he no other cramped on something black.
two astride to Lands End
each their own
tropical and dead.
Flamingo green the tongues that wag and fall
no taller than the last call where dark soldiers kiss and tell.
how cold their bones that nurse our every move.
it is time again for fantasy and flight.
each night our own mere cripples as we dream
where we sleep and dream in cotton-balls of mud
where floods the brain of gods own waterfall.
too far away my bitter limbs of indigo and doubt.
shout hard I say. shout harder than the shawl
that fly's half-mast with salmon
while the herring gull and trout
trades lies with we more thistle than the lunatics about.
is it really twenty days since last we laughed?
when we bagged our thousand maggots
and swam the second season through
the gallstones of a drought?
look me now, am more skinny than a whale!
tho I have no tail to sail as Dickens did.
an early life more Christmas than a child...
I am not rich,
I have a grey beard lost somewhere where Portsmouth gives,
all year round
forget. forgive. I have a secret door somewhere
where something lives;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Your secret door is definitely your incredibly wonderful mind, and release into the magic for sure, you took me through so much imagery I seemed to see even Dante on his horse, I saw myself floating up in a dream of happier moments and I saw perhaps even the Mary Rose, your last lines are always without fail the winner because as you guide us through each line if your punchline was then just drizzle the reader would be disappointed, and I've never ever been. We all have this magical wonderland but some just don't know it, kudos we all need one that is for sure. 🌹 Bravo Caro Melvin 🌹
On the otherside of something, something very very special 🤗
so kind my Teddy.....
thank you.
a little piece of my heart will always belong to you.
once again......
thank you.
The deliciously elusive seductively undefined "something" drizzles down the page with an eye which half leaves more prudent souls feeling guilty. Fascinatingly rendered with excellent imagery and a tantalizing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Now Melvin this one pulled me in and as it drifts with glimpses of meaning it falls into obscurity beyond the limits of my mind. Secrets untold or maybe told in metaphor it haunts and leaves the mind asking, Did I see that? Wonderful write
Brilliant.
Sitting here feeling left in the desert of nothing, I was happy to peer across to a secret door "on the other side of something" in this wonderfully descriptive and wonderfully rendered, and strikingly vivid poem, Melvin! 🌹👏
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