yellow swallowtail
flit along searching for blooms....
busy four-lane road
Categories:
four lane, beautiful,
Form: Haiku
words are...
thought-road norms with
a built-in radar as...
the met-a-four lane-gauge
for under standing bridges...
and the intersections that sent-tense
stans sand
...
lane gauges
Categories:
four lane, appreciation, fun, language,
Form: Free verse
It's either too hot or too cold here,
the thermostat in hell must be broke again.
Maybe this is Purgatory
i'm told the Governor of purgatory
can't fix anything and he dithers a lot.
Someone has turned down
the dimmer switch in my mind -
hard to see my thoughts.
Foods a bit stodgy
and there's a shortage of porta-potties.
It’s quite heavenly here on the weekends
and during most 'happy hours',
otherwise there's much murkiness.
I’m driving down a four lane highway
squinting into the foggy rain,
now I see a road sign;
well look at that
it says: 'Welcome to Ohio'.
Categories:
four lane, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Gravel crusted potholes, all slathered up with mud,
And ruts that jar your bones served on the side.
No place to turn around: I know because I've tried;
The heavy rains bring washouts from flash floods.
A great big hill so steep it evokes fear and dread
(When sloshing in a truck with two-wheel drive).
A ravine filled with brush, and trees no more alive,
Old tires guide wayfarers where to tread.
Out near 231, the forest's sounds subside;
The asphalt groove song echoes in your head.
And there, just 'round the bend, that quiet sense of dread:
The trail down to the place the woman died.
The big wide world awaits: four-lane divided life
To work and church and friends and so much more.
A fleeting mirror's glance; the heart takes flight to soar
To land, to lodging, daughter's family, wife.
Gravel crusted potholes, all slathered up with mud,
Like servings of my favorite dessert.
The tires turn to joy as paved gives way to dirt;
This road's my home: there's Huskey in my blood.
Categories:
four lane, home,
Form: Rhyme
crepe myrtle
loaded with berries....
vehicles breeze by
crepe myrtle
sways but no wind....
poet wonders~~lightbulb
I was sitting in the truck while my husband was inside a big boy toy store and I noticed this crepe myrtle was swaying like there was some strong wind but I was not feeling it inside the truck. I kept watching then rolled down the window, stuck my hand out, and I look at the trees across the road. Then I start noticing as cars and trucks go by on this four lane road and bam the lightbulb goes off. It is the breeze from these vehicles going by. Sara
Categories:
four lane, introspection, life,
Form: Haiku
"I was at an intersection, approaching a stop light
It had changed from green to yellow then red
Three autos in front of me
I was facing north on 84th street
Right off of Center
As I'm stopped I canter peered my vision to the left of me
And for the life of me
Have I never seen
It was a mouse crossing the medium, running, skipping, walking cross the street
This little gray/white mouse-
~
Our eyes connected light still red
I was wondering where's he going
I've seen mice in a house, garage, cabinets, attics, farms, fields and shacks
But never have I
Have never I have never
Seen a mouse cross the street at a four lane metro city street walk?
big city street-MOUSE CROSSINGS-
The light turned green, a micro-second he disappeared did he
go back
Did he jump the curb
Did he run past my tire
Or is in my wheel alive stuck, clinging for dear life what the heck
Or is he smashed
All I know we had I contact the next second he was gone?
Let the people say hummm?
THISS A TRUE STORY, YA?"
5/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Categories:
four lane, adventure, analogy, character, missing,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Spontaneous ladies,
embellished by eons,
illusive, enchanting,
with black velvet "eyes,"
and fringed yellow cloaks,
sparkling with diamonds
at midnight and dawn,
Oh, fly me away from
my grey-flooded days,
from the four-lane race
and the file drawer maze.
Fly me away from
the chain of the clock
and the sink of necessities.
Bring me in spirit
to magical rendezvous,
to dance by the glint
of the moon on the marsh,
hiding from fireflies,
nudging antennas.
Categories:
four lane, butterfly, fantasy, imagination, magic,
Form: Free verse
here i am struggling with my imagination's running shoes
they have gotten me on this four lane highway
my mind is blank and immune, at the moment, to all sounds period
here i am struggling with my imagination's running shoes
they have gotten me at this unfamiliar exit
my mind is concretely focused, at the moment, on all thoughts of her
here i am struggling with my imagination's running shoes
they have gotten me every degree from all emotional sides of my car
my mind is spinning dizzily, at the moment, when i brake slowly at the sight of her house
here i am struggling with my imagination's running shoes
they have gotten me circling around her neighborhood like a reluctant husband after work
my mind is on cruise control overdrive, at the moment, with selfish visions of 'what could have been'
here i am struggling with my imagination's running shoes
they have gotten me returning home to my Unexpected Dream Come True
my mind is on nothing as i rejoice while thinking about the rigid circle of circumstances that lead me to You....via the Lord....AMEN....
Categories:
four lane, conflict, growth, how i
Form: Free verse
Said Sid the salacious salamander
To Ted the tedious toad,
Look over there and take a gander
There’s something on the road.
Where are you looking? Point to me
Because I don’t see anything there.
Are you sure that there’s something to see?
If there is I don’t know where.
Perhaps my friend the time has come,
To admit that your sight is weak.
So I’ll run the risk of sounding dumb,
And suggest that you take a peek.
And so the toad hopped away
To see what might have died.
Into the path he happened to stray,
From the car he couldn’t hide.
Poor Ted the tedious toad
Lay flatter than the four-lane frog,
Who had met his fate on the same road
That morning in a misty fog.
Said Sid the salacious salamander
To Richard the rancorous raccoon,
Would you be in the mood to meander?
I’m expecting a delivery van soon.
Categories:
four lane, funny,
Form: Light Verse
Grandma At Eighty Eight
Not too long ago you were a golfer and high score bowler
Hair always fixed looking fifty not much older
Unique deluxe card games or attending a bingo hall
Playing scrabble with your daughter’s and winning all
You also can sew, knit, cook and with anyone converse
There’s really nothing you can’t do well in the universe
Grandma you are a saint through and through
Raising seven children would turn me into a shrew
You have more tolerance and patience than I do
Doing things I would never even think to
Driving to LA in a van with relatives no room to breathe
Stuck in four lane traffic with everyone having to pee
Driving twelve hours with offspring in the summer heat
Then dancing all night at a wedding is an amazing feat
I need to take five days to recharge my batteries alone
You enjoy people coming and going in your home
A people person always, in your home, or in a car
Listening and allowing others to be who they are
Others know they can share their feelings of shame
Because you let them without judgment or blame
Your heart, spirit, and body are in great shape
I hope to be more like you at age eighty eight
Categories:
four lane, devotion, family, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
The four lane road spreads out in front of the car
As the silver moon dances close to the northern star
Six shades of darkness are painted across the sky
Difficult to admit something that has always been a lie
In the space between heaven and earth
We tend to decide what we are worth
Never realizing that others see us as we truly are
Leaving us confused as we find it a little bizarre
To think that we may have some value is rough
When we have always thought ourselves to be bitter and tough
Finding one’s own way amidst the rocks and trees
Can change your opinion of yourself slowly by degrees
Till an admission can be made to all that have been had
That I am better that I was and I have no reason to be sad
A shooting star crosses the sky in front of the car, burning bright
Reminding me that even though I made a lot of bad decisions, the last one I
made was right
Categories:
four lane, angst, imagination, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
The four lane road spreads out in front of the car
As the silver moon dances close to the northern star
Six shades of darkness are painted across the sky
Difficult to admit something that has always been a lie
In the space between heaven and earth
We tend to decide what we are worth
Never realizing that others see us as we truly are
Leaving us confused as we find it a little bizarre
To think that we may have some value is rough
When we have always thought ourselves to be bitter and tough
Finding one’s own way amidst the rocks and trees
Can change your opinion of yourself slowly by degrees
Till an admission can be made to all that have been had
That I am better that I was and I have no reason to be sad
A shooting star crosses the sky in front of the car, burning bright
Reminding me that even though I made a lot of bad decisions, the last one I
made was right
Categories:
four lane, hope, inspirational, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme