too soon to crawl
through the pollen counting mainstream
from orthodoz to the life-line's lost trapeze.
each stretch of land more desert than repose.
complete control,
this circumstance, this melancholy mood
at home among the lilacs
the devil's shades of summer in a still.
there is little yet to look at
now the holly squints and stutters like a lord.
no sudden light of consequence
shall overturn the gravel and the spit.
through the elephants eyes
that crumble as they fall,
how tall must be the long arc of a tongue
that dares to call our spade a mandolin?
there are a milion pregnant leaves beneath my chin
each one a shade of charcoal
fanning flames on Dartmoor
as the sea comes crashing in.
anxiety and doubt.
now swimming with the maggots
diamond-white with their fishing rods
dull, yet dutiful.
it is still too soon to crawl.
this circumstance, this melancholy mood
at home among the lilacs
in the corner of a shoe;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Exquisite poetry as ever, there are so many lines,
melancholy rave
at home among the lilacs
the devil's shades in summer in a still
Love these lines on particular. 🌹
thank you Teddy....most kind, as always.
I hope you are keeping well my friend.
I don't pretend to be wise enough to understand all of this but like looking at a modern art masterpiece I get the feel. As I read I feel different waves with each line and my imagination drifts in a word association where I see modern man and fixation on the trivial pollen counting his orthodox views have left a desert of the planet. Our view of superiority ironically have eliminated species and left desolation all upheld by legal authority of the wealthy Yet there will be consequences for this taking control before we are ready to crawl. How's that for a cornball interpretation?
I would suggest you have read and understood it very well Soren.
cornball or otherwise...
this planet is a mess, and I feel no amount of money will ever put this world right.
not that the rich will ever bother to try!
many thanks Soren.
It reminded me of those still on the paps.
thank you
Amazing. Great work.
many thanks Thomas,
very much appreciated.
Excellent, my friend. Your imagery is second to none. Well done! 🌹👏
you are most kind Tristan, as always....
thank you very much my friend.
You are welcome, Mevin!
Few look beneath the soil surface-the treacherous path of the roots beneath the growth of the spring beauty-thank you for casting the shady parts of beauty, in this poem …
and thank you for your most kind words...
very much appreciated.
[So, yeah, I kept extolling this site daily in our phone calls until she, despite having refused my repeated invitations to join, finally once I'd given up and forgotten, decided to join, and the world has exploded, but of course.] Modern poetry at its finest, how capably rendered with such a wealth of imagery and a twist, oh me! Poignant to a point most hauntingly, ah, thank you so very much for sharing, Sir.
and thank you for most kind words....
such comments make my world a better place.
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