Published: Fi - In Search Of A Missing Note (no copies left)
Fi - In Search Of A Missing Note A Trilogy In Three Parts Love Faith Life No longer in print. Only web version for now. email: jpmlvll (at) gmail.com
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No Palpable Limitations
No Palpable Limitations old new july 2019 jp melville in the thai dark seashore night side waves gently lapping to our feet i whispered of my gal back home in canada laura dina said no boundaries no beginning no end she will leave you dina said no palpable limitations no longer the property of tradition or family alone worlds of independence we create our own infinite worlds dina said no palpable limitations i phone home my mother cries my sister is the same she burbles too frightening the endless space dina says no palpable limitations a moment of silence breathed a moment i am not fine you should have seen me as a happy girl long time ago gone through shit to get to where I am now no way i’m letting go of this dream dina said and she turned and smiled at me mona lisa no palpable limitations
Woman
Woman 1986 jp melville What is this paradox, How she stands before me And I turn away, How she speaks to me And I shun her words, How she knows my needs And I despise her, How her presence arouses me Though once I have had her I walk away, But while she is gone I crave her, Without her I sink into despair?
Just One More Page Please
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...