Melvina Germain A Nova Scotian born Multi Style Poet. She is a grandmother who ponders on her ancestry and loves to teach such to her grandchildren and others. Not only does Melvina put pen to paper in literary delight, telling hard core truths. She’ll take you along the same path and depict the trials of her ancestry in art form. Her artwork displayed in vibrant colors, helps her deal with the pain that seeps within her soul. Melvina has published six books including two Kindle books and four Chap books. She is a participant in a Canadian Anthology…The Great Black North, “50 Haikus” by Prolific Press and others as well.
Arrest this lament this false flag of endeavor star eyes at elsewhere parachute of the midnight aplomb splendor soils christened by an exorama defouled by a parasite cancel who are you in the liturgy of night? nameless index of heathen
The rain drops have poured right through my eyes Right again the scars reveals themselves again Shared the broken heart into pieces Wondering the knight might still come Telling the pain it over But pushes hard feeling me I let
I dwell in a hut, down, under the shade of that tree, You stay in a nest, up, on the branch of that same tree Thinking thoughtfully over thoughts – a while; See every reason to Believe and reveal…., Dear
Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and