Mel Merrill

Mel Merrill Poems

1.

The periwinkle petals closed
As daylight turned to dark-
And nighttime fell like dampened silk
To hush the meadowlark.
...

The longest night I ever spent
Was alone with just my soul-
Seems the truth it had no place to hide,
It had no place to go.
...

Love is a tale told by Kings,
The height of every ball.
A fairytale recited still
For T is mankind's wish,
...

My hair's as the chestnut,
My eyes, china blue;
To a radish I'm ancient,
To a tree scarcely new.
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An angel may be weeping
For I felt a tear- or two,
But the clouds they do conceal her
Hidden safely from my view.
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I loved a lifetime in a year,
What's left of it? A smile- a tear.
I keep them safely locked away
Where the angels waltz and the poets play.
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A candle shortened by the years,
Its beads of wax, like streaks of tears;
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The shady wood I came upon
Was so adequately blessed,
I determined I would tarry there,
If only for a rest.
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There is no quiet such as this,
At least none that I know-
Like moonlight on a downy drift,
So fell those flakes of snow.
...

Two certainties in life exist,
If a certainty can be;
One is called the present,
And the other, history!
...

Mel Merrill Biography

My interest in poetry piqued while I was in college. While at California Lutheran University, where I took my BA in English Literature with a Creative Writing emphasis, I won the coveted Mark Van Doren Memorial Poetry Prize three consecutive years. This was a proud achievement, as no one has equaled it either before, or since. After college I earned a Teaching Credential and went on to teach high school English (including poetry) . I am a distant cousin of Emily Dickinson- my favorite poet- and I continue to study the greats, and to publish my poems wherever I can. Poems are the window to my soul!)

The Best Poem Of Mel Merrill

Night

The periwinkle petals closed
As daylight turned to dark-
And nighttime fell like dampened silk
To hush the meadowlark.

And the Talmud, and the holy words,
The violins and song-
Fell silent in the midst of dark,
Seeming out-of-place, or wrong.

And faith became a memory
Like love's first gentle kiss-
The most dear off all possessions
Was the one most sorely missed.

For God had been their guiding light,
As the rituals, and wine-
But the Cantor could not find a note...
T was the night of '39.

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