Every couple of months I like to feature a poem by a gifted emerging writer. This month, I would like to feature a poet and several of his poems. His name is G.M. Melvin and here is his bio, in his words:
For creature comforts (& the cold cash necessary to trade for them) I work nights at an all night govt. factory (USPS) here in Southwest Florida, but come dawn, I truly awaken to my real job. I (SavingGracefully) take up a pen.Love & mercy, G.R. Melvin
Below is the first of three poem I will be sharing by Mr. Melvin. Enjoy!
When I don’t hear from herWhen we don’t talkInstead of what mightjust happen in late nightscrewball comedies,A black & whiteCakewalkWhere he keepsJust missing her,& unknown to her, her one & only is so near,& you watch & wait for them to wise up,For when their timing improves.When I don’t hear from herWhen we don’t talkInstead of just sitting tight,& trusting the plot twists,& trusting our protagonists,& holding still for all that insignificant subterfugeUntil it all plays out thatThey can finally take cuts in theEverything’s-Fine waiting line/Instead of thatHe keeps just missing her.Yesterday at the yoga classI was asked to exhale outAll the inside I saw as unsettled.And all this matter turned to air.Then, to take in a new air. A More awake. A More awareJustMiss