The fern unfurls its fronds into bright daylight,
Upwelling, unfolding, into its green birthright.
Each turn widening out, from what came before.
Uncoiling upon its splayed and flattened mentor.
A shell remembers the squeeze of an ebb tide,
to fill its cramped space from that wise guide.
Expanding its shell's spiral wider to enclose
and encircle, its whorl with more space as it grows.
A hawk ascends to an invisible higher place
upwelling on warm air lifts high into space.
Ever widening its circle and point of view,
As Earth unscrews; its thread now askew.
Circling round a spiral coiled staircase,
each step is quarter, or half, about face.
Entwined by the central core to twist away
from the straight step into light of day.
Wild vine tendrils learn from whirlpools,
which way to script their upward spools.
Responding to the wire's touch and feel
to coil in spirals, around cold hard steel.
High above the spiral galaxies unwind their arms
like silver brittle starfish on bracelet charms.
They're frozen in space and time to not display
the way they twist, coil and spin in foreplay.
Do you celebrate yourself today,
Remembering the birth
Of your child or children when they first
Drew breath upon the earth?
Or, instead, do you reflect upon
The one within whose womb
You developed ‘til the day your body
Craved a bit more room?
Or possibly, it’s neither
And your thoughts are drawn to those,
Like an aunt or grandma, whose embrace
Did tenderly enclose.
No matter whom you think about
When Mothers’ Day rolls ‘round,
I hope the spirit of the day
Within you does resound.
Her hands on hips— arms as handles, steadying the frame,
anchoring her impatience, calmly controlling the game.
Her stance, composed, yet defiant, as disappointment shows,
in the tilt of chin, a scolding glare, a brace to enclose.
She lets the tempest flare and roar, then quells the rage,
with her body commanding and coaxing - to persuade and assuage.
Her love keeps no ledger of what's been done right and wrong.
Her will, steadfast, long-lived, enduring, reliant and strong.
An eyebrow raised, a glance, a glare, can make bravado bend.
Her posture speaks before her tongue, calling disquiet to end.
Recumbant redundancy
Came t'coil and careen 'round the rails of goosen flesh heels
Strained the frame of my mortal fallibility
And estranged mine name from the cankering collage of mine colleagues in arms
'ggressively agrieved mine mantled place and mounting crown
That hath e'er now oxidise down the stairs of mine life
Racked mine train and affronted frame of thought
For one was reticent in their regiment
Now, e'er dulled thee t'the dole,
O dewy-doe eye'd,
Such shall surely swallow thee whole
Haunted to pleasantries, t'the gaunt face before thee
None graver than the ashen grave 'fore I
Ghoulishly reposed, to enclose and envelope,
My writing hand loosen'd in a lousy attempt,
To evade, to prolificate, and feed the face of the market rate.
And with a bow, I shall forsake my latent escape
And one shall take their monthly crown, without rebate.
21//12//25
To you I give rhymes,
From different reasoning lifetimes...
That cost mind nighttimes
To offer the best;
Free of lyrical contest,
Beyond mere interest.
Now, it is time's way...
To lead on a brighter day,
That finds nice display-
Step by step, with all
It takes not to ever fall...
Even at nightfall
Before been too late,
To improve steps world's trials fate,
Leaping far its gait...
A day of goodwill,
That set standards on God's will:
Righteousness fulfill
For friends even foes,
Like what friendly strangers pose...
That's way world enclose
But gives kind gesture...
To tell you- good adjuster,
In life's adventure.
Before The Leaf Falls
A leaf falls.
Suddenly, stringy mush covers my hands.
You’re carving out joy from an orange circle.
Just like you carved out my brain
Before your face walked away.
A leaf falls.
My speech is burnt.
Pies are fresh from the open fire;
Pumpkin pushes through the air.
Your laughter hates my memory.
A leaf falls.
Warm materials enclose around our souls,
Colors play in front of our eyes.
Trying to distract us from the crash
Coming at us from full speed.
A leaf falls.
This time, it covers me.
I see you above, dispersing into large air.
My screams muffled by the deep red ovals.
A leaf falls.
You are gone.
The once loose sweater pinches me,
Reminding me that my eyes are real.
The hollow grave is crowded
And my recollection of it ever being vacant flew away.
A leaf f a l l s . .
I’m setting off past through the close
Towards the light of day
Move up and down, back and forth
Without a word to say
Call me abruptly just in time
I shall return as soon as
More clouds will enclose the sky
More silence heave the corners
And then you enter with a smile
The clock stroke twelve, and then..
What's happened then to you and I?
Remind me if you can.
EyE KISS
Just a hint your scent
Sets of your essence
Thoroughly bliss
Embrace I enclose
for sweet salivated lips
I ingest your aroma
Emmmm!! smacks!
I kiss ??
5/23/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Akin we are to Lightbulbs,
but not as may be told;
for creativity and Eureka! —
are dreams that can be sold.
We invite them their Control,
and hand over our souls;
prov'd that subtly they may embark,
and Switch us —
Bright, or Dark?
So closed our eyes will be,
whilst openess to “see”;
The circles that enclose us?
Makeshift insincerity.
Joyous as we've become,
electricity cannot run —
less so in the Dark days,
when we're left with merely crumbs.
Yet even with eyes open,
I find that it's too late,
as every word that we absorb
hits more than a mistake.
How I yearn for a new Outlet,
the farthest and unplugged,
Then trepidly I'll live the Light — in Darkness and unloved.
Merry Christmas little dove
My heart, my gift to you in love
Merry Christmas bluebird fair
Take it, treat it with due care
Merry Christmas vanilla rose
Let it all of you enclose
Merry Christmas butterfly
Never will it say goodbye
Previous nights were mellow and true –
Love had been tender,
Nights had never been blue –
Gentle as the dance, we swung
I hold Eleanor Knightley in my loving arms.
Crystals, amethyst and pearls she wore,
Around her neck diamonds were
Gold as her crown radiated with luminescence,
Extravagant as Egyptian Silk embraced her figure
Carelessly our bodies rhythmically swayed along.
“May I have this dance?”
I asked.
“Why certainly.”
Eleanor Knightley had manipulated my eyes –
Mesmerized by her flair and natural beauty
I am bewitched by the Madame's alluring charm.
As the night enclose –
I hold Eleanor Knightley so close –
Whisper the following words;
“The night may wilt, I say –
But the English rose blossoms foreverly.”
there is a sun moving you
out from the darkness of a pillow
a dream ends and slowly
you open your heavy eyes
and meet eyes exactly alike
gazing back, awakened with love;
there cannot be any noise
but the other world going on outside
the curtains enclose a soft
light, what time it is unknown,
and sunny it is because you
turned your sleepy head, opened
your eyes, and met mine;
with a kiss breaks our dawn.
These walls that lie before me are all I have left of my past
The scars bring back the memories I wish I didn't have
Enclose me in your boiling rain in which I can't escape
Cut myself with my lies and all of my mistakes
This place feels like Eden to the world outside
No love, no pain or sorrow, just a place where I can hide
I regret ignoring all of your advice
Now I wish I listened because it could've saved my life
But if I could turn back time and do it all again
I'd do everything the same, I love the mess I'm in
Your world is too small for me to live in,
The stars are cramped in your narrow sky,
You hem the moon with shadows so thin,
And still expect not even me to sigh.
Your oceans are pools that barely stir,
No deep tides rise, no wild winds blow,
The rivers are tamed, with banks that aren't full,
And I am lost whenever they cease to flow.
Your gardens are lovely, but walls enclose,
The blooms that fade with the setting sun,
I crave the fields where the wild things grow,
But here, they wither and die.
Your world is too small, too close, too still,
I long for lands that you cannot see,
For in your world, I cannot be filled
The space that calls oh so endlessly.
Missing the romance
In twilight’s glow, where shadows dance,
I find myself in a wistful trance;
I miss the spark, the whispered word,
the tender moments, softly heard.
The days of passion, nights of fire,
when every touch was pure desire;
The stolen kisses, secret smiles,
the longing looks that spanned the miles.
The walks beneath the moonlit sky,
where every star seemed to comply;
With dreams we shared, with hearts aligned,
A romance pure, our souls entwined.
I miss the laughter, shared in bed,
the gentle words so softly said;
The way you held me, close and tight,
in the quiet hours of the night.
Now memories are all I keep,
of love that ran so strong and deep;
I yearn for days of sweet romance,
the simple joys, the loving glance.
But in my heart, the flame still glows,
A love that time cannot enclose;
I cherish every moment past,
and dream of days when love will last.
For though the distance now may grow,
and life may lead where winds may blow;
The romance lives in memories sweet,
A dance of hearts that still repeat.
Written August 5, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
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