Flakes Poems

If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn

If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal

Confess, Corn Flakes!

You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia 
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a

spring flakes

spring snowflakes falling
reviving the barren ground ~
grass sprigs awakened

FROZEN TRICKLING FLAKES-

frozen a trickling
a speck of crystal snowy
dew processed snow spot
~
floating down on my...
head a harden rain drop falls
drops in awe crystal
~
dew processed snow spot
speck of crystal snowy
froze a trickling


2/19/2025
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.  2025©

White Flakes Falling

When
sleeping
the snow came
flying, swirling,
big white flakes falling
floating down silently
to lay in deep depths to drift.
In the morning it is dazzling,
look at the scenes, oh, look at the scenes,
and hear the winter birds chirping, tweeting.

Winter's Vine

Sucking on the light, midmorning
Frost clings to the window’s pane, twisted
Praise, adorning the silence – winds
Heavy as the slow rhythm, heartbeats
Rising from the daily chores, stirring awake
The little morsels of bitterness, ice
Welded to the glass in misty stories
Poetic tributes to the winter’s twilight
Signing the moments with a signature
Hopeful and knowing that snowflakes
Pour out the presence

Ivory Flakes

While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven
Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds
And hawthorns ,the  frost twinkles and drifts
Into winter’s  beautifully formed marquee,
tangy the vapor of her skin 
wafting into  nightfall’s’ interlude.

Enthralled, I shudder at the rhythm
Of her dance : icicles flitting in liquid
Crystal taps on silver alleys... a  movement 
glossed

IVORY FLAKES

Assailing my  
     attention        
          attacking with its 
               appeal, alluring...  
       

Ivory Flakes

Ivory flakes falling down from heaven above,
Frozen tears of the angels coming to earth to touch
Those  below with hope and love.
Not  to bring sadness or suffering,
But to be the answers we seek
And the promise of fulfilling our hopes and dreams
Cascading down from heaven above gently touching each
One of us with faith, hope, and

Ivory Flakes

not quite 
White Christmas,
but that'll do.
'tis the next best thing!

celestial confetti 
comes tumbling down 
at noon time 
generously,
incessantly;

palpable excitement 
hangs like hope in the firmament 
one of several 
children at play 
extracts her tongue 
waiting;
some did land...

and she squeals with joy!
ah, ivory flakes...
down they come;
tiny alabaster feathers
fluttering d
       

Ivory Flakes

Revolving season’s ever-changing sensitive frontage
dons nature designed apparel in an ambiance new.
Fall’s fiery foliage bursts with colored mélange of collage, 
as the wilted leaves shimmer with the last golden hue. 

Northern wind’s chilled whistle in the crisp air they hear,
as they float in the rhythm of their rustle’s frozen phase,
composing the swan song melody of

Ivory Flakes

Oh, lovely snowflakes,
from billowy clouds, 
plump with expectation,
you break free and come tip toeing lightly
on tiny feet, gliding and dancing,
through the air in crisp December.

You travel through ether
uncaged and free and drop down
littering the earth’s expanse.
you keep falling and collapsing
one on another, and lie huddled 
as a white massive heap-
sometimes landing thick as round balls
sometimes

ivory flakes

                        the snowflakes are falling
            like ivory lace created by God
charming, creamy, soothing and precious
gathering on my windows and twinkling
 

Ivory Flakes

You were never the sunset to me, but always the crimson hue veiling the sun; The subtle shyness in the eyes of a maiden wildly in love with the moonlit boy, her prominent lobster red cheeks when she was a blushing mess under his soothing touch. The sly smile lingering around her lips on her

Ivory Flakes

   Snowfall in winter 
   drizzling as ivory flakes.
   Chilled breeze blowing 
    as if without break.

    Jack Frost jumping,
    busy to jog,
    even crazy
    in mist and fog.

    Floating in

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