I will plunge my hands into the deep brown earth
To pluck the wild, velvet flowers,
And wait for you to teach me how to bind them—
An art I only want to learn from you.
I’ll lay them upon your hair, a quiet crowning,
Claiming you as the sovereign of my world,
And though I’ll never tell you the burning reason why,
My eyes will say it all.
I’ll watch you climb toward the sky,
And steal a thousand pictures of your joy,
Until the bark makes your palms tremble
And you fall back into the waiting grass.
I will tumble down beside you,
So my hands, too, carry the sting of the wood,
Both of us marked by the same adventure,
Your arms lifting me as we fall together.
When you press your lips to my forehead,
My cheek, my nose, or my hands,
I will hold my breath,
Pretending it’s just a casual thing you do,
Even when my heart tells me
It’s the only holy thing I know.
A windy blow
uphill all the way
dog running ahead
we are going somewhere
we are going to the edge
to the edge of a steepness
Climb dog climb
we are both pulling at a leash
mine is long and inelastic
dog has a bone in her soul
she won't let it go
I got a rope for my life
in case that life gets stuck
on a ledge
or in case it doesn't
Blow wind blow
my darling is dead
the howl in my head
keeps me doggedly panting
Dog looks back
deep brown eyes
wide
the dead
see the top of every climb
see beyond
She is a ghost in my mind
dog will go no further
she sees the yonder
her concerned bark
a warning
about the rope
the end of my rope
My eyes are deep brown, oval shape
and eyelashes long, seem to gape
some said like a doe
with sparkle and glow
smooth eyelids with no lines of crepe
Though that was a long time ago
when youth kind of did steel the show
Today, somewhat bright
though lids not as tight
they glimmer for age apropos!
Just an ordinary girl
Eyes a deep brown with hues of gold.
Hair dark and bold as freshly brewed coffee.
Skin a medium beige, that soaks up the sun rays like water.
A smile, warm and welcoming
Lips heart-shaped with a natural rosy tint, and a Cupid's bow lingering right above.
Petite in height with curves at her chest, stomach, hips, and thighs.
Tattoos scattered along her body, just as a passport marking where you have been.
Just an ordinary girl, staring back at her in the mirror.
Oh God, I can't help it, can I?
I'm losing my mind.
I lost myself in you,
you gave me new reasons to giggle.
So pathetic I am,
laughing and rolling around in bed like a 5-year-old baby girl with her new doll she gets.
It's crazy what you do to me, and you don't even know —
it's a secret I hold onto tight,
’cause deep in my heart it matters so much it makes me cry.
I don't understand where this began.
Maybe somewhere between your smile and a conversation we had.
I have never felt this much of everything I know.
The happiest cries I don't show.
Your deep brown eyes I don't look into because of fear,
fear of getting lost in you.
And to get lost in you isn't the fear itself.
It's that maybe your brown eyes look into mine and can't rest.
I can't even think about you losing yourself like me,
all because of these feelings I get,
lost hope I seek.
her auburn hair spins out as she flails around the studio
dancing with the largest of the wolves, because she can
wild knows wild, and they are definitely both earth animals
The he-wolf is not the alpha, but a mighty fine dancer
His enormous legs are prancing during this tango
They circle each other with light steps, not making eye contact
Both have amber eyes, his are huge, with deep brown centers
Hers have touches of silver and green in the corners
The audience holds their breath, waiting for the finale
Hoping it will not involve teeth or blood or death
Father is dressed in grim face and a white shirt,
His unfriendly face could win the heart of Hitler –
mother combed her hair this time
and her deep brown eyes carries heavy love for her family.
in the painting i am sitting right in front of the grim face
with my eyes bent as if afraid to look
and my sister is dressed in a baby blue dress,
her hair is weaved and her eyes are so sad, so so sad
as if she has just lost her child through stillbirth.
the artist it seems has paid attention to detail in his work
plates are filled with food and glasses are empty of joy,
but it is the discomfort in our hearts that is missing on this painting
the painting and the artist failed to save us,
failed to reveal fear in our hearts with his brushstrokes –
How did I get here…?
It was of course no accident
yet I would never willfully do this to myself
nor anyone I love.
I don’t think this feeling has fully sunk in yet.
It’s almost as if I’m watching someone else’s life.
Like I’m looking down into someone else’s universe.
It started out so different.
It was something magical.
………was………
I was swept off my feet.
I felt light enough that the slightest gust of wind
could have carried me away.
I will always remember looking into those deep brown eyes and traveling the depths and wanting to stay there forever.
Why, oh, why couldn’t I just stay there forever?
We were exactly the same
but also completely different.
Our common interests grew fast.
They withered away even faster.
Things change, of course
but how could you?
My love, my life, my universe…
Ginger was the foster teen I met at the school bus stop
In spite of her burns she was so beautiful and strong
Never forgot her long eyelashes and deep brown eyes
Given by her parents like her severe burns from abuse
Even though she was a joyful spirit and forgiving soul
Resilient enough to love her abuser and persevere
A big, glass bowl of oranges
with eight pleated butterflies—
perfectly symmetrical
etched along the side.
The sunlight, with all the eagerness,
all the youth of morning
pouring through
each glass insect
casts forty intersecting rainbows
onto the deep brown landscape
of the dining
room table.
Your thumb, dragging gently along
the rim, as your tongue moves
in contemplative circles
behind a small smile.
It is always summer in the fields of my memory,
and the strawberries dance ceaselessly toward you.
I'm all choked up
my words are lost.
for one more
look at you
I'd sell my soul
and become
a modern day faust.
Your deep brown eyes
pull me into a place,
unlike any I've ever been
and I know I should
leave posthaste then.
But your beauty
blinds me
and I'm surrounded.
I can't resist you
I must admit
this leaves me
quite confounded.
©SamHarty
A tiny seed, planted in the muddy ground.
With plentiful sunshine and sparkling water, it grew.
A deep brown trunk, tall and round,
Reaching up to the sky, so bright and blue.
Lots of thick branches it had,
And twinkling green leaves that danced in the breeze.
The tree provided cool, refreshing shade to the lad,
And a safe home for the birds, squirrels, and bees.
A special secret in this tiny, little seed.
Springtime meant dainty flowers of pink and white.
These beautiful flowers blossomed with speed,
And from that seed came apples, red, delicious, and bright.
My Beloved, my love divine,
My heart is yours, and yours is mine.
Your deep brown eyes, they fill me with glee,
Your sweet and caring nature, it sets me free.
Your worship and praise, it fills the air,
It lifts my spirits and takes away my care.
Your faith is strong, your love is true,
Your devotion to God, it shines through.
It was on this earth, where we first met,
And for one year now, our hearts we have kept.
Our love will never cease, our bond will stay strong,
My Beloved, you are my love and my song.
6/17/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023?
I answer to the norm
the strangest decorum
in the Northern Hemisphere
I have a longing to be free
Burning seeds
their husks weep
In valleys of sleep
Two tulips niggardly cling
to the hereafter
Vultures visceral and cruel
Trolls the words of Kings
Jabberwocky on surfeit fleets
Mirrored in the midnight Sun
Teeth chattering
shadows in the midday furnace
interlaced with solemnity
Primal flights of fear
sanguine coloured dreams
Deep brown rocks
we found shelter
The Moon appeared
The Goths in Penguin suits
jaded past the point of no return
Can a girl be so in love?
All thoughts revolve around what lies beneath those brown curls
Listening close for any mention of his name
Every chance she gets, she’ll speak of him
Be it his deep brown eyes or the way he makes her feel
Carefully she studies each detail, each crease of his skin
Any thought in his mind or feeling in his heart
Lovely is the word she would use
“Everything about him is just so lovely”
Beyond infinity is how vastly she cares for him
C - the first letter of his name
A name so fond in her heart
Like a bird to her nest
Emily calls him her home
Because no one has ever made her feel so safe
C
A
L
E
B
The first person to write of his love to her in letters.
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