Essences of my Goals
Much I the splendid aspiration
I discovered the dreams decision making
the matter-of-fact mission minding
and the immanence so unwinding
Only this and an immanency
In their stepped a silent 'deracination'?
Justice and only heaven knows
The truest essences of my goals
12/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Think for once why you lost him, twice why you kissed me
And thrice why you met me – patient how much should I be?
To endure this, pain but as pain and plague at full cry;
Within the borders of this life when everything is just so sly.
To have awoken enamoured and deeply attracted to your charms,
With sincerity and a desire to hold you but in my arms –
But what anguish does it give me hence? And what plight?
The deprivation of finest and divinest kisses of goodnight.
But what pleasure does it give me thus? And what thought?
The deracination from me of the lips that I dearly sought, –
So, what feeling of love so profound can be satisfied fairest,
When you, the lady that I so much love cannot love me best;
‘O who shall love you but as I do?’ I enquire –
And you say, piteously: ‘Everything is up to the Holy Sire!’
This moment of Rose and her
-- sun soaked seconds dispelling
Careful shades,
Reticence
Til the clouds breathe
Warm breaths
Against the blue void
This of rose – her:
Aching caresses of green and brown
Within the
thaw
of days, ice routines
running down tree-legs
toward a gold-licked floor:
this moment of rose and her
Veins of water, renewed, bursting
Bulging on the straining arms
Of dark Earth bronzing in the light,
Bracing itself:
Overwhelmed, flushed, panting
This moment of a rose, of her/of me,
of being swept away
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