kiss the baby over and over, smells like fresh baked bread
Trying to write a single sentence
A letter, a sound like a dong from a large metal instrument
Or a screech from a screaming guitar
No sad guitar, no mad guitar
Just crying, leaking tears like the Indian girl who died from her broken heart
Kiss the baby, like fresh baked bread
So airy and soft and new and perfect
Screech goes the sun in the new day
I’m in love with the interruption
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman5 days ago in Poets
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis4 days ago in Humans
Comments (6)
Fantabulously Brilliant! Go Melly G! 😍
This makes me think of so many things, all light and fluff yet heavy and full
Alright, I love this poem!
Okay hear me out. Why don't we kiss the bread and bake the baby? Hahahahahahahhaha. Loved your poem Merly!
I always liked your poems and this is another one!
I’m in love with the interruption…solid close.