Another Day of Solitude

aDarkerMind



another day of solitude.

two Ospreys fly through the corners of my eyes.

it is here I wear their rags of richness lost

tossed and turned with an embryo

of inherited disease.

what price I pay for what I cannot touch?

somewhere inside the red veins of the sun

it has begun

eternal life now shines it's olive-green on pastures new.

now it bathes in silk

weaves it's web of a rusted chrome

where water stands 

so shall I crave my daily dose of nicotine and ash.

there is a hunger to be found

as hungry and profound as all I dare to mingle with;

three wishes for this Gemini

where Cohen, you and I

pretend we are more subtle

as we hang ourselves beside the mistletoe

where lovers weep

with disgruntled pigs in a wooden box

with my gold and my cotton and pearls.

faith is as ill proposed

what price I pay for what I cannot touch?

I am neatly packed

so shall I miss the one's I loathe the most;

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of the surreal clothed in words of gold. It seems almost Lewis Carrol like. Nicely done. Melvin.

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Soren.as kind as always.

      nice to hear from you my friend.

      I do hope you are keeping well;

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome my friend it is good to hear from you as well. Still on this side of the grass and hope you are well also.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        My friend, I’ve missed seeing your voice here. You write with a weathered soul—the kind that still searches through rust and ash for some sliver of grace. This feels like homecoming and haunting at once. Well done, Melvin! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • aDarkerMind

          thank you Tristan for your most kind words,. as always.
          it's good to be back.

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            You are most welcome! Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

          • Cheeky Missy

            A veritable disciple of Sylvia Plath, I never realized you were her acolyte until chancing to open one of my anthologies to a bookmark squarely put at one of her pieces. I cannot say I truly appreciate her except, perhaps, in perusing your tributes. This is yet another charming example of her style done up in excellent form with fascinating and intriguing imagery. Thank you very much for sharing.

            • aDarkerMind

              and thank you for most kind words Cheeky Missy.
              very much appreciated.

              • Cheeky Missy

                My pleasure, Sir, you're very welcome.

              • Teddy.15

                Wow, and just like that he's back, hey my dearest and most fabulous Mentor, how your magnificent poetry has been missed, I'm in awe as ever, of every line, I am not here very much at the moment, life has taken me away with work but I couldn't not come by my dearest Melvin, to leave my excitement of seeing you here. You just get better with age my dear friend, your poetry never fails to shine. 🌹

                • aDarkerMind

                  and how I have missed you to Teddy,,,,,
                  busy here as well but good to be back..
                  thank you my very dear friend x

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Melvin, this is delirious and divine... a fever dream stitched with theology, rot, and cosmic laughter. “The lights of bones ungodly will” could serve as scripture for our age. Brilliant, haunting work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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