Short Takes... #2
He sparkled in the dark and he's in my own mind.
His words are more then a whisper his eyes are so much more then just a dream.
And I know, I know I'm going to watch him come to life...
|Artwork by Stephanie R. Stevens|
|Tara Thierry (Photo Credit: Olga Georgevich)|
Melvin Douglas has maintained a lifelong love affair with both the written and spoken word and has been writing poetry for several years. However, he only recently started to seek publication. Now, he is a published poet and an integral part of aaduna’s community of writers and artists. Below is the first stanza from his “Cry Fe De Youth”. Read that entire poem and “The People (Humana)” and “World Beat (Music in Languages I Don't Understand)” in the fall issue.
kept like concubines;
caged, but in love with this
asphalt and brick equivocator.
Riddles the streets speak
are not at all unique; but
things fall apart
at particular speeds.
Gleams in fathers' eyes grew
into prepubescent prevaricators.