This grassed non-place; no-name scent-depth.
Hearts, thereout which bound
Young rabbit-furred, yearling-spotted
Filled with Earth-breathed love.
As free they, and ever fresh, to
This feeling state alone
Left; as I! Floaty peacefulness.
Still yet to drop out of!
Cross through tho uninvited
being where I shouldn't be
A glimpse of her eyes
tears mist
Sadness prevails
Does love need permission to begin
Is it accepted when ending
Her heart still broken
time never enough
Healing only with acceptance
a path unused
a trail grassed over
Steps still
memory closed
She gave up on love
her heart bled empty from sorrow
I touched her with a soft embrace
and for awhile melted the pain away
But I remain for her a stranger, not welcomed
for there is no love for the loveless
A shatter soul refuses to mend
I dare to be uninvited
my love selfish? longing? wasted...
It is said you never forget your first love
I only hope I remember my last love.
time can be unkind with constant sorrow
the thought of her crossing my mind
in trespass...
No tweet's lack, no wind's slackness
Is behind this hush.
Awe. Multiple-eyed; dew-moist.
Earth's. Sprigged, leaved and grassed.
Man, having, what in the soul
Lights, diviner, faith
Snuffed out, for a face of dread
As it were drained of
This of its hallowing love
Shows what's harder glassed.
Shout BLUESKY
Those the marshmallow clouds walk across pale blue hue skies;
Birds peek-O-boo, gliding by in and out poked out chest;
Blue birds, Sparrows, Robins and Redbreast;
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
While, whisk slithering whining sliding back N forth N and out;
On hot heated grassed grounds stomaching the glide front side slides shouts;
Caterpillars, worms all bellies crawling;
They to join the choir sing chorus they look up
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Blown down on, morning-mild.
Breathed out, afternoons
Of that, for which this heart swoons
Life. Rhythmic; restful.
The element of air
Itself transmuted.
Listen! Grassed, hoppered, wing'ed.
Of harmonists full.
Out a lighter heart, Summer's
This feeling rises;
Wing'ed joy's. As what, warm aired
For this comprises;
Twixt a skied height, now bluer
A grassed, more golden
Dragonfly, hoverfly wisps.
Those of fairy wren.
In a grassed shallow, bowl-shaped
Above it, asleep
Fox-curled, and deep
Day flies with routine haste, past.
Worries dont creep!
Click-click, beetled and hoppered.
And buzzingly beed.
In starving need.
O To share whose creature comfort's
Snug and plump breed!
No such lifeless heat-pulsed void
Nothing inhabits.
Whose unimpeded view flits
Screechy hazed away!
And mistake not those ripples
Creeked and grassed a-gleam
For a wind's own stepped cheer-beam.
Eel and snake out-splay.
These high-grassed moments
Eyed love's, o'erlooking
Bays, sparkle more
Desired forevers
Where Time, breezy too
Has not lulled for.
"Here is rest; and privacy.
Floaty, straw-like grassed.
What hangs is, boughed and buzzed
Unearthly, of
Earth's own bloomed love".
Up on these warm currents of
Passionate longing
Retrace, in what are thought-steps
Dreaming, for her's
A daydreamer's.
Losing the world, leaving behind
Its collective static
One gains, where only the wind blows
A companion - in soul.
Through each response, unaccustomed
Felt, at depths, sensitized
To what gives voice to, treed and grassed
The Lord of all - whole.
Over what, grassed, for smooth flight
Softens down their drone *
Shares with these thought-exchanges
A more relaxed tone.
More beguiling; each to each
While, moon-lit, do face!
Cafe's, although served well by
Which intimate hours
Formally smiled, seemed more forced;
Heart through words' embrace.
*damselflies
Far blown, furthest
As off your day
Tall-grassed do lie.
What drifts o'er as urgent matter
As fluff let fly.
At this sky's edge
Your world, as wide
In caring for!
What bangs on for priority
Cringe in no more.
Formed out of winds, rhapsodic
Dancers; and nymphs! Unseen.
Baring that diaphanous sheen
Eves, mentioned. Time, mystic!
By whom in love, in their midst
Tread lighter. Sprightlier!
One hillside on down, airiest
Tall-grassed, gold-tipped does sway.
To a beach. From out whose coves' spray
Spawned. If but sensed him, her.
The corn has ripened.
With it is the wizened laughter of a
Mirthless age, showing ashy teeth
Of dappled cowries.
A flavescence so bantered by the courage
Of wilting bloom!
Sadly, sea waves truss the feet of
Burning skies, loosening the tongues of beaches,
Which, with ague, recline on cold, cringing currents.
Old cats mourn the fall of strafed pillars
Burrowing through silt-buried kennels re-grassed for the
Salutation of new vistas.
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