For those immersed in the darkness
Melanie Bishop's Page
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- How long have you been writing?
- I have been writing poetry since 2006.
- Who is your favorite author?
- I have a great many favorite authors. Some of them are, Anita Rau Badami, Azar Nafisi, Haruki Murakmi, Vikram Chandra and many others.
- What is your favorite genre of writing?
- Free Verse Poetry, Haiku, Tanka
Cornflower Blue
wild blue cornflowers grow neatly in a row
across a narrow patch
of well tended lush green grass
it is a tiny patch
no wider then foot across
nor longer then two feet at the most
but love and obsession speaks in every
blade of grass that grows, so perfect
not a sign of brambles nor weeds
and the bright blue cornflowers
are tended with love
at the head of the tiny plot
rests a brilliant white stone
a lamb and a weeping angel
forever lie side by side
while the cornflowers he loved so much
nod their beautiful heads in sorrow
and she, she comes yet again to trim
the blades of grass
Melanie Bishop's Blog
The Heath
As shattered spirits glow to lure
The bogs that call at midnight chime
Where a forgotten enemy walks no more
Thirst runs deep on the barren heath
Vague mists rise and shadow the mind
Singing so soft like sirens of the sea
Posted on December 16, 2008 at 1:05pm —
Dark Matter...Angel Of Light
born of dark matter...stardust..light
mixed with blood-blackened dirt
we come wailing into a void of death
our days numbered-measured-named...
woven in darkness, warp and weft
the threads lengthen...a legion hand in hand
a reaping has begun for this...this is his...
some, gone before the spark is lit
much mourned with tears...envy
their road never taken...sweet brief
luminous shimmering-pale spirits___
shine-bright...a beacon, a sign of glory
then weary-weakened by… Continue
Posted on November 15, 2008 at 2:05pm —
End of life, Seeds
cat like paws with death in mind
seeds die cold cold earth
Posted on September 17, 2008 at 9:21am —
Cornflower Blue
grow neatly in a row
across a narrow patch
of well tended lush green grass
it is a tiny patch
no wider then foot across
nor longer then two feet at the most
but love and obsession speaks in every
blade of grass that grows, so perfect
not a sign of brambles nor weeds
and the bright blue cornflowers
are tended with love
at the head of the tiny plot
rests a brilliant white stone
a lamb and a weeping angel
forever lie side by side
while the cornflowers he loved so much
nod… Continue
Posted on September 4, 2008 at 8:40am —
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