twilight
reflections
in
mood pictures
outlines
purposes
colour
perceived
fading
shadows
dark
forms
in
changing
light
gloomy
dispositions
of
preoccupations
in
the
particular
. visual
.
. prejudice
..
.
. tension .
.
. unambiguous
.
.emnity
.
.
. in transition
featured
.by
.
a. strange
utopia
..implodes
.
.
. ...... unappreciated
. .. circulated
.
.sensitively
discerned
.
.
. as light&space
.
disolve
in
atmospherics
Blessing this new day Dawn;
Purposeful is the Father's Love;
This the day lit skies hides the stars;
Dawning stars sleep a day forever shines our Father's light;
In each of us Soul energized collective energies,
vessels housing His brilliant sights;
He's in us, us in HIM- cavalcading shining bright;
Atmospherics blankets covers blue light tops our head;
Sun shines radiant bright,
dark side darkness fleas and hint of speck of light;
Father awakens His children as dawning Stars sleep at day,
forever shines His light only in HIM-
His glory so shine for He His Son so right
2/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
SURPRISE
a
renowned
originality
a
sketch
of
the curious
ended in a stalemate
a
single tapestry
of
atmospherics
sometime
evident
in the
unprecedented
innovation
adopted
of
coolly
detached views
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
Jolly Molly lived in the Village of Steed,
the young woman was always happy as can be,
no one ever saw her cry or be mean,
she was a maid who enjoyed to clean.
One day while walking on the bridge home,
she heard a small voice calling her down,
curious she followed the path near the creek,
a tiny frog jumped out which made her shriek.
He asked her not to be afraid and stop yelling,
since she was such a merry person and fun,
he offered one wish just for her delight
thinking deep and hard she wanted to be right.
After some time she gave her final wish,
she asked the frog to make everyone laugh,
from that day the entire village was in hysterics,
laughter rang forever in the atmospherics.
On an ancient sea cave wall appeared a drawing,
of a tribal leaf clad pair awash with eros.
Fingers, hearts and hands in swirling patterns,
chronicle their wonder world enchantment.
Deep blue eyes that eerily engage,
another’s longing send a shiver.
Red tinted headdress overblown,
tingling charcoal member’s sensual form.
Creepy atmospherics, hollow sounding echoes,
phantom drip-drop puddles only,
whet my sense of wonder.
Goose pimples from the union of another age,
mills and boon back dated,
mirror on the past beyond imaginings,
well outside the compass,
of our gadget-ridden zeitgeist.
Me, unshrinking era gazer peered,
for other clues and likely plots.
Happily a haunting ever after caught my eye
(translated)-
“This picture tells a story for all time.
Our secret lies within the lines we scrawl.”
NB Reflections on a civilisation that has passed.
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