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I sit here under this tree with pen and paper in hand,
Trying to write a poem of love and inspiration.
I’m hoping to create something everyone can understand,
Giving people a feeling of warmth and admiration.
There’s nothing I see nearby to give me a little push,
Not a single thing to inspire a few poetic words.
The only things around are two bunnies under a bush,
And the large tree I sit by with a nest full of birds.
But what could I possibly write about two rabbits?
It’s not like they do anything special other than hop.
I see them all the time and with the same old habits.
All they do is play and eat my garden lettuce nonstop.
And what about the birds sitting way up in the tree?
They’re just relaxing in their nest high in the sky.
The parents are feeding their young, just like you and me.
The only thing they do different from us is simply fly.
So, I guess there’s nothing amazing I can write today.
I’ll have to come back when my mind is free to wander.
It’s hard to imagine that with all this nature at play,
I’m not inspired to write anything to make you ponder.
Within the boxed confines
of ancient wood and plaster
waking, sleeping, dreaming in solitude
Only the cats soft purr
and frisky nature seeks to scatter the
dust bunnies which hide at sunrise.
Within the box of mind
or the box of heart
daily I peer outside of myself
through a pixeled frame of light.
The ingredients of my day
the passion of my night
all congeal in a broth like fractal art
spicing the tendrils of thought.
The mind mixes and blends friends
a genetic sea of salt and water minds
bubbles and boils and become.
~Without this soup you see
there could never be a universal we.
I would remain an eye without thee.
'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!'
a lonely pooch
sniffing the mound of dirt
Sniff, sniff flung the Yorkie
'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!'
'Bunnies!' curl up cute and cuddly
while across the way
a kingdom full of gophers
a mound of dirt
I sat engaged and skunking
amazed I'm watching
I saw the fantails
Cute little cottontails
When I thought of the bunnies
That proud speculum - that proud
And so you came gently fluttering
the wrigglers never rabbiting
must be their cute cousins
The marl laughed
'Bunnies!''Yes, bunnies!'
So cute soft and cuddly
So, distinctly I was pea-cocking
And my eyes have all the plumbing
While listening to the robins
Remembering many initiated, silent bunnies
so cute and cuddly
7/5/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind
Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods
Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure
Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf to all hustle n’ scuffle
Welcomed by the scent of flowers and foliage,
I stood in this engulfing ocean of silence.
The place calmed my mind and lulled my nerves.
As I proceeded, watching each blade of grass n’ flower
I sighted a pathway between thickets
Like the midline parting of a woman’s hair
Seeing it strewn with stones and thorny brambles
I was resentful to take that route, but something
Caught my sight....! Amid the bracken
There was a bramble full of ripe blackberries
It was an unexpected bounty, the wilderness offered me
How beautifully the ripe berries clung to one another
Those onyx beads, those cobalt shiny spheres!
How temptingly they looked in their glossy sheen
Braving their prickles that scraped my wrists
I reached out my hands to pluck them
I wondered-was it wicked of me to have picked them?
When I tasted them, I couldn’t withstand the temptation
To pluck more and more, so sweet and succulent
With no dust or dirt and not needing to be washed or wiped
As the tangle of thorns caressed my hands and skin
With bleeding arms and purple juice in the corners of my lips
I plucked and ate them as much as I could
With no can or container to collect them,
I left the rest for birds and bunnies to relish
While leaving, I felt the curved prickles hooking into my clothes
As if inviting to munch them till my tongue turned into indigo hue.
August.1.2022
Thoughts on Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
Renegade trees pop up faster than dandelions all over my yard
I live in the country where I credit good old fashioned Kansas clay.
I wake up in the morning and bam, six new stalwart soldiers.
They guard wildlife as well as me, of course.
Fox, wolf, squirrel, bunnies, owls and cardinals live in these trees.
They prance or hop out sometimes, just to show me they are there.
I have elm, mulberry, willow, walnut, oak and acorns for sure.
I do not rake up any walnuts or acorns, preferring to feed squirrels.
I am rarely gone, but one time I was gone for four whole days.
When I drove down my drive, the trees waved in elaborate ways.
Their branches were flying up in the air on both sides, like a hello.
As soon as the car stopped, the waving stopped.
My husband asked me “What is up with those trees?”
“I think they were telling me hello,” I replies.
I hugged them extra hard that day,
And I swear they squeezed me back.
My pink and white knit booties,
And first set of white soft shoes,
Cut outs on the sides with pink bunnies,
too?
My grandfather's first birthday card
to me, beautiful as brand new.
Written with his shaky hands,
Oh, he was such a sweet and kindly
man. Grandpa, how I miss you!
My wooden jewelry box with the toe dancer inside,
That twirled, when I put my little girl
jewelry to rest.
My spelling bee medal, how I cried over
that.
I wanted gold, but only got the bronze?
My brunette pigtails on my pillow,
Soaked in tears over that.
Moms want to remember how tiny and sweet we once were.
I, too, dream of my daughter and her
little buggy and dolls.
The smell of her hair, her sweet arms
around my neck as she kissed me goodnight.
These are things we Mothers simply
cannot forget.
The candle and brightness of them always
in our melancholy hearts lives.
Then, they bring over our grandchildren!
And the candle grows brighter than ever.
There's ever so much more to give!
Panagiota Romios
3/21/2019
Butterflies bother the flowers for a taste
A lazy day with birdsong in the air
My meadow and gardens have not a care
Fairies and bunnies with no semblance of haste
The fern are hiding from the afternoon sun
Lamb’s ear and Queen Anne’s lace showing their shine
I sink into the yard, glad that she’s mine
Pretty monarch’s colors could pretty much stun
A variety of bees arriving now
Wasps fly out to let bees have their own room
Grasshopper hops and moths leave with a zoom
My garden and yard are a giant wow
It is May twenty-third, twenty twenty.
I give my thanks for this beautiful day
And these heavenly creatures flying my way
We have much –God and health, which is plenty.
They parade around, over, under and through.
They eat the produce they want, their rent long overdue.
The deer go for the corn, and bash my feeders against the trees.
The cardinals and blue jay are screeching, “Stop if you please!”
Butterflies, wasps, and bees flock to my garden in twos and threes.
They do not eat much, pollinate and nibble a bit, putting me at ease.
Opossum and raccoons are nocturnal, so should only be here at night.
I have caught them eating my potatoes at two p.m. so that is not right.
Bunnies nibble on lettuce, waiting for carrots to pop out of the ground.
I pull in creatures and critters like pot belly pigs from miles around.
Aren't these pigs supposed to be catered to inside a house?
Many are dumped in the country by a non-thinking-tired-of-you louse.
In my garden I find lady bugs, grasshoppers, snakes and more.
They share in the delight of my vegetables and pretty flowers galore.
I share with them because there is a lot of Snow White in thee.
When I get to heaven, maybe these critters will be sharing with me.
The walls resonate
like the inside of a brass bell.
Footfalls act as the clapper bouncing sound
like a ping pong ball from wall to wall.
The antique oriental rug with its dragon vase
had long left, the black enameled troche
no longer lit the floor in puddles of orange light.
Hollowed out, the place was….
scooped like a cantaloupe free of the seeds
of man, of childish laughter and parental spats.
Dust bunnies scurry in the late afternoon
through the sunlight from dirty window panes.
Spiders weave webs in the corners of long
forgotten dreams…
Soon, all too soon,
this will be the case, the leaving will come
footfalls will lead to the last closing,
the brass doorknob will no longer reflect my face
and the emptiness will fill with the dreams
of a new family...
Coco the chocolate bunny,
was so soft, furry and funny.
Loved to fill her little tummy
with green veg ever so yummy!
A little shy with big brown eyes,
loved to read, so she would be wise.
But other bunnies were afraid,
with Coco they never played.
They were white with eyes of blue,
didn't like how loud she would chew.
Told her that she needs to change.
Thought her colour was a bit strange.
One day a new bunny came to stay;
said: 'Hey Coco let's eat and play.'
'My name is Empress, I love to hop,
lets see who can bop to the top.'
Her fur was brown with a blonde brow,
with white patches just like a cow.
The other bunnies looked on in awe,
at how high they jumped from the floor.
'Hey you guys come bop and hop.
It's so fun we don't want to stop.'
As they bopped and hopped in the game,
they realised they were all the same.