January, February
hearts are chilled
Rx recommended
a healthy swill
of Valentine's draught
~ love's life-raft
See the light
As it shines
On so bright
intertwine
Now taking flight
Shines ever bright the Starlit Night
Wrestling pine radiance turbulence faults
Rainfall spiraling falling onto them darken grounds
At naught sun draught
2/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022
I love the way the light haunts the mist
and cold impregnates the skin
and silence is frozen in time.
dry water resources
withered trees, crops
farmer throws hands skywards
cracked soil sans moisture
grazing skinny cattle
Trees dry and withered
White fences groan
In fuchsia fingered sighs
Passion sprinting
Along aging sands
Whilst from diamond straightjackets
Black snow descends
To a fine, orange death
Rain
clouds
on high,
vapourise-
Yellowstone stays dry
The late afternoon sun falls slowly in the sky
its radiant heat so strong as to slow time
for all sad creatures sitting squinting
gazing in the distance, prying open the mind’s eye
Hearts beat at a cloud’s pace,
and sweat streams down faces slow and winding as the river Nile
A sigh. The tearing of a page. But little inspiration.
Searching desperately for diversion
I turn my gaze to the wavy distance
where scores of empty vessels are parked
lonely in a tarmac field
no inspiration there.
Two dozen unique individuals stare straight ahead
and file past silently in lines going two by two
blank expressions plastered on faces like wallpaper
no inspiration there.
Two cars, one black and one white,
pass without greetings in the baking street
and drive away out of sight, forgotten to each other forever
no inspiration.
Such is the numbing silent pain of a draught.
The world needs the rain.
let the memories fill y’ with feelings so familiar
The melody re echoes in my head
A song I’ve heard before
Slipping in to wreck the rhythm’s rhyme
A try to write a song as creative juices spring
A rush to hum along and every thing goes wrong
As words just disappear in ragged time
And country pictures fill my opened mind
That certain time of day that oh so special way
Our eyes just turned to see the sky and we knew why
Fingers swiftly stroke and pick a rill of running time
And thoughts and feelings form to laughing words of rhyme
But nothing fits to fill this crying need
To truly tell it burning in the fire of joy sublime