Weekly Poem
ISSN 2291-7942
Vol. 1, No. 5, December 1, 2013
Edited by Kirk Ramdath

A Lonely Web
by Melvina Germain

I died a thousand deaths,
lived in beauty, my youthful days.
Found the gray hag of midnight blues,
longed to be there in that quiet place,
dining at God's table with you.

This earth is full of old surprises,
hanging skin and sagging breasts.
Jowls and rattling teeth, wobbly
legs, stiff and sore, no knocks of
interest at my door.

Heads turned so long ago,
now invisible to most, I stand alone.
Father time, painted a gruesome picture.
as I stand down from my youthful throne.

I stand a lonesome trickster,
A mind that howls after midnight,
with eyes taking in the scenes.
A love affair with my inner thoughts,
making love within my dreams.

Biography
Diversity is the diamond chip of poetic success. Melvina Germain, born in
Sydney, Nova Scotia exemplifies that. Her perpetual passion and yen has
enabled her to broaden her literary scope and establish herself as a Multi
Style Poet.
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