Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection

Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection

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Somewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea Down it looks to the blue and takes a dive A head pops up from the surface The butterfly shrieks and away it shies The shark scowls and starts to swim On its way it finds an alewife "Oh my Lord! What beast is this?" Before it loses its prey, the shark takes a bite The other fish ever so lone swims to shore There it finds a man with a butcher's knife It watches with awe as the old man exclaims "We shall meet in the afterlife." It's all a part of the journey ever so mellifluous to the ear And we call it life Cover by @ABrunetteGirl
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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