Germina Melius Poems

Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
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From the gloomy dust, I rise from Hades' spell to see the sun's glory on a splendid morning.
The inner man greets me.
Rise from the clay that binds you in the gutter's belly.
Rise to see your Father's radiant face watching the human soul.
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You walk on moons, but I see pitch, and unpaved roads.
I walk on the crust of land, and envy ships swimming on water.
The world walks on its hurting soul, and on ancient bones.
Children bare feet, travel on unpaved roads,
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My son is calling from death's grave.
Mother! Do you miss me?
Silent was I, straining to hear a ghost's tale.
Mother! Can you hear me?
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stuck in a rice puddle
mind wandering beyond the sun
to sake
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grey sea
no fish but
signs and people
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Wind harvests fallen leaves
in my mind, spring portrait,
evergreen.
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fallen star / God stamps his foot / sky overwhelmed
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alarm
thunder storms away behind
lightning
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fallen star
the devil needs a place
to sleep
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