Poems - JP Melville

Constellation 5 June 2020 jp Focus is an art…   (says he who is notoriously not…)   How not to be distracted by constellations so everywhere above and at our feet…. Wherein we are ourselves a constellation.

Just One More Page Please 19 october 2017 jp melville Just one more page - please I am at wit’s end The last white sheets of my diary done. Before I’m finished I’m wishing for an eulogy Wondering what it means to bring life to end. Like closing of a love story No happy ending here Broken hearts, sadnesses, lost connections, emptinesses. Is it time to sleep, rest Empty mind and heart No space left to fill again. On cliff top where I stand With face turned to the wind Autumn speaks to me here I look out the sky begins to overcast The yellows, reds, browns of forest leaves Shivering their end to a season. Though the forest calls I’ve here but a day I must to the city go Travelling far too much a week and people beckon So if to the city I must go I   must come back again Soon Because I am empty And not yet refreshed. Oh my, how love and love lost are so exhausting Blown away in gusting wind. So fo...

Financing My Accounts April 3, 1993   jp Build up Build down Mother's spinning wheel goes round and round, Buildings and stock exchanges Wealth builds on itself Nimble fingers weaving cloth Cotton grown from tilling ground, Empires going up while the rain comes down Some prevailing in the clouds Many ploughing on the ground, The sun comes up and the sun goes down Empires aspire skyward only, Unlike Mother with her spinning And cotton always coming, Empires come and gone.