She speaks to me bout her past and problem
Attentively I listen arrantly division ears and heart
My body coherent ever reverence numb
She calls to me beloved daughter of God seed plot
Humans come forth from heaven through mothers
Attentively I listen arrantly division ears and heart
Humans come forth from heaven through mothers
She calls to me beloved daughter of God seed plot
My body coherent ever reverence numb
Humans come forth from heaven through mothers
My body coherent ever reverence numb
Humans come forth from heaven through mothers
She speaks to me bout her past and problem
6/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
atune, analogy, appreciation, introspection, meaningful,
Form: Pantoum
Movement pivots lid lifted, Pandora astonishes
Actions perpetual pirouette dancer acknowledges
Glamour glues sockets smooth, figurine believed
Image incorporates graceful, a fighter bereaved
Curtsey in zenity as her stage lazy susan circulates
Tulle tickled hips scissor, treasures sage congregate
Rules spurred by war spring away from delicate damsel
Intimate fleshpink stretch legs enter audition to dazzle
Craft to elicit captivation tunes ballerina's true energy
Kills a brash sword brandishing cavalier, buried enemy
Entertaining Eighteenth of January
MAGIC TRICK
Categories:
atune, age, beauty, celebration, cinderella,
Form: Couplet
Sun
Calls
Beckons
Raw freedom
My divine carte blanche
Sun pointing way to new ventures
Released of commitments and responsibilities
Precious days of undaunted compliance to nature’s call, vivacious sun worshipper
I
Was
Younger
Radiant
Feeling explosive
Devout follower of that sun
Joyfully bursting with euphoric fanaticism
I was in my prime, fortunate, free at last, and it was a summer like no other
The
Air
Magic
Summer bliss
Nothing else mattered
T’was an endless summer of sun
My heart was atune longing for that invite to dance
How many times I wish this magnificent memory could only last forever
Submitted on January 12, 2018 for contest THE MAGIC OF THREE sponsored by BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
atune, freedom, happiness, nature, passion,
Form: Fibonacci
Fresh morning breeze creeping
Through an open window
Carrying ideas along with
Zephyr of inspiration,
As i sit here still listenin’ to cats
Fighting screams – “MEOW!”
The chirp of a sparrow.
I atune myself to the nature’s melodies
And just “Let go…”, squashing
Limiting beliefs that now fade
Like grayed out leaves in the autumn.
Write as sun rays bring bliss
bursting through the glass
Of my window to my heart
and the will to carry on with it.
Just one look outside and i write.
Completely giving myself
To everything around
As i sit here still with
No worries of what is to come .
Categories:
atune, absence, animal, nature, writing,
Form: Rhyme
My window of hope remains constantly open
My window of dreams lies serenely atune
My window of happiness persistently stays
My window of peace lies entwined in a maze
My window of doubt lies under a cloud of grey
My window of fear renders me speechless
My window of failure makes me wonder of hope
My window of rejection is busy all day
My window of trepidation belies my hope
My window of anxiety belies my dreams
My window depression belies my happiness
My window of opression belies my peace
Oh but the wind beneath my sails continuously flies
Striving and strengthening as neverendingly it tries
Categories:
atune, introspection, me,
Form: Couplet