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Annick (my 28 year old sister) came down to NYC, from Boston, for a day visit. It was one of those warm, cerulean days between Christmas and New Years. Annick’s in a surgical residence, in a pandemic, but still somehow, she got away.
We’re dining on a shaded, outdoor, sundeck - I arrived first, by a moment but then the elevator opened and Annick emerged, looking like a model - familiar but I don’t know - more completely adult - more than ever like my mom. It was all I could do not to weep for happiness when we hugged.
After that long hug, Annick gave my clothes a slow, censorious looking-over. When my mom and I shopped for “school clothes” last year, in Paris, I bought some stunning designer (Anna Molinari) clothes - only to find out they were completely out of place at Yale. Now they’re sentenced to a trunk under my bed and my replacement clothes are from FatFace and Patagonia.
I’ve been dressing to disappear but I wanted her to see a “new me.” How I’ve survived in a rough, academic country - not just survived - but thrived. I also wanted her to think her sister was beautiful and hoped I didn’t seem too strange. She cupped my chin - just like my mom does - “You look wonderful,” she said.
Annick mentioned we’d have company for lunch but she was alone - then this tall, fair-haired, man was with us. He slipped his arm around Annick’s waist and they smiled, together. I’d never met one of Annick's boyfriends before so this was a little disconcerting - part of me wanted to pull her away and say, “MINE!”
Annick made the introductions, “Anais, this is Gerard - Gerard, Anais.” Gerard leaned into la bise then half hugged me, patting me bearishly on the back. I decided he was too tall and too handsome and began to examine him for flaws.
He wore a dark-charcoal-gray cashmere suit with a light-gray oxford-cloth shirt. “Are you always so dapper?” I asked? “I wanted to look substantial,” he said, with a very slight French accent. He held me at arm’s length. “You’re definitely sisters,” he said, smiling.
We settled in. At first we were a little stilted with each other, uncertain how to best introduce ourselves. Annick said that Gerard is a “Child Neurologist.” “Funny,” I said, “you look older.” and he laughed. I was warming to him.
EBONY BUTTERFLY
We all can fly
With powdered colored wings
Different you and I
But we're of the same being
BUTTERFLY
Look at me
At my mastery
See the beauty within
And surrounding, ever holding me
Is the many colored wings
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this cruel, cruel world
FREE THO I BE YET THEY JUDGE ME
Colored I be yet different still I fly, I'm FREE
God has made me, Jesus died so I fly away
EBONY BUTTERFLY
So I'm not bright nor fluorescent I shine
Soaring heavens float in earthen skies
I'm dark but yet I shine, I rise
Pretty to the eyes
Radiance creates I'm taking flight
How can you try and criticize
While viewing me you taught out lies
Many are those colored wings
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this cruel, cruel world
Only one creator, we're His creatures
From one cocoon we're all chrysalis pupa
Does it make it legal
For you to disown me
For cause my colors and pattern not like yours
You floor me, you shoot me down to the floors
Cage me up cause you won't share the flowers
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this cruel, cruel world
EBONY BUTTERFLY
So I'm not bright nor fluorescent I shine
Soaring heavens float in earthen skies
I'm dark but yet I shine, I rise
A many are my colors bright
Beautiful my color too is... right
Golden tan, bronze, brown, brass, charcoal gray black
*****, dark, pitch-black, jet-black, coal-black, ebony
Sable, inky, brunet, obsidian, onyx, raven, slate, dusky
Be it I'm atramentous, melanoid, stygian, somber, swart
Or ebon, ink-like, piceous, livid, murky, shadowy, pitch-dark
Starless and sooty swarthy I AM did I mention black
Maybe the world would love me if I were a moth
EBONY BUTTERFLY
So I'm not bright nor fluorescent I shine
Soaring heavens float in earthen skies
I'm dark but yet I shine, I rise
EBONY BUTTERFLY
Soaring the heavens float in earthen skies
8/05/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
8/05/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Life dawns like sunrise
Soft pinks and blues against the black from which it came
Sudden burst of light stretching fingers and toes
Receiving blankets of fluffy white
Soft breezes, from Mother Earth, kiss the cheeks of a new day.
Spread your wings and announce our new life!
Rustle the name through the leaves, over fields and hills
Blow strong over the oceans
Grow tall from sapling to a mighty oak
Early morning of our life is for bountiful energy and *****
Splashing and running, carrying treasures to unknown banks
Frolicking from tree to tree chasing the cottonwood seeds
Then approached the noon of our lives
A time to pause; to partake of nourishment for our soul
Lying in fields of bluebonnets and pink poppies
Nestled in beds of paint brush and purple clover
Revel in your time for it is short!
The hours roll by, to a cool afternoon breeze.
Blow softly for the afternoon is mellow
The lake lays still; no ripples in its tranquility.
Comfort years of life taking an afternoon siesta
Bask in the sun; remember the morning.
Early hours well spent exploring.
Places where you once played buccaneer,
Shrubs that just this morning hid fortresses
Each picturesque against a landscape of Kentucky Blue
Too soon Dusk arrives on a charcoal gray charger
Thundering its arrival in the swirl of gluttonous clouds
Chasing you, you seek shelter under the weeping willows
Water rushes in a swirl of memories
Rippling creeks to still waters
The hills no longer beckon
They no longer hold the fascination of an earlier time.
Darkness blankets the earth
Your sit and watch the light show in the sky.
The sun no longer shines; the moon now lights the sky
You reminisce
It was a good day, your life!
From the sunrise to your sunset.
I come from the twilight
Of dusk to dawn
Yet I can't stand
All around me downtown
All in up and around
Signs saying of "Whites Only"
Mustn't go into that café or restaurant
Funny, thing tho!
My soft money green, my hard money silver just like yours
With all this and all that
I am so glad so glad that
God ain't no respect of persons.. . .
GOD NO COLORED GOD
My blood bleeds red, we all have bone marrow tissue
Blood flowing through our veins
If I were hungry and stolen some bread would you prosecute me
Yeah I stole because I was hungry
You won't give me a job yet if I had yours I be making $1.64 cents an hour
No need to feel sorry for me
I didn't make myself I am brown, blue, black, charcoal gray
You still react no more signs labeled "Whites Only"
Now they're posted permanently in your minds
Different land masses hills, valleys, blue grasses
GOD NO COLORED GOD
The white supremacist, KKK, skinheads only the bad Muslims not the good
Anyone who believes in race/color separations
We're all brothers (God Is no color GOD)
We're all brothers not about the skin its about the soul;
We're all brothers not about what's outside but what's within
We're all brothers
God a No Color God
He's spiritual not natural
We're all brothers all colors NO colored God
God is a no Color God
God not a colored God He breathe His spirit into modern clay now we're in
dependent voices with free wills
Choices all knees will bow "White only-Colored Here"
The good the bad ravished happy sad black brown blue purple orange hues Red white you choose cause
GOD NO COLORED GOD
06/21/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2014
Genesis: 1:20
The poet cleaned the kitchen window over the sink
At first glance
No birds were seen there to feed or drink water
Soon through cleaned window
Birds appeared
In sadness, she thought
How she wished
That yesterday it had been spick and span clean
Joy would have been fulfilled when
All those birds
Bathed in the birdbaths
There was one when it flew away looked blue but up close
Looked dark, charcoal gray
How I wished the window had been lovingly cleaned then
So that I could see clearly
Then they were in a lightning
Bolt gone out of sight
A few precious minutes to see, feel God's love, His presence and enjoy
Their surprise entrance, then their movements bespoke
You know that God created them all by saying, "Let birds fill the skies".
Original ending jotted down of this one.
About five
Or maybe seven different species came
Took turns bathing, splashing and
Then they were
Gone away
A few precious minutes seeing God's love
Feeling His Presence
Enjoying a surprise, their movements
Knowing God had created them all by saying let there be birds in the
Firmament
I could've gone to Holland. I could've gone to Spain.
I could've gone to Denmark. I could've gone insane,
But instead I came here, where the river mirrors life
In a fractured, dream-like way on this brilliant summer day
By the Bridge at Argenteuil.
A couple in a rowboat, a woman and a man,
In silent conversation discussing future plans,
But they’re frozen in time. No one’s getting anywhere.
And I feel the same dismay, as though rooted in the clay
By the Bridge at Argenteuil.
It isn’t for the distance. The water's not that wide.
The house in which I lived is standing on the other side.
I just can't get across. There's a darkness shrouds my soul,
Wounds me more than words can say, lost in shades of charcoal gray
By the Bridge at Argenteuil.
With hands in empty pockets, holding on to all that’s mine.
My best possessions taken, the rest just left behind.
And the cold, dancing light that’s reflected on the Seine
Mocks the feelings I betray, with its shimmering ballet
By the Bridge at Argenteuil.
It strides across the river on pilings made of stone.
Without the means to burn it, I loiter here alone
At this shrine to the past and to all I gave away,
But I didn’t come to pray. I’m a pilgrim gone astray
By the Bridge at Argenteuil.
Almost Gone Forever
I thought she was secure inside her cage,
as I departed from the shelter and
was walking the short block back to my car,
when all at once the door flung wide and she
jumped to the sidewalk, scampering away!
I rain so quickly, but she disappeared
right near the curb into a storm drain there;
my heart was broken...suddenly, she's gone.
Some passersby had heard my anguished sobs,
as helplessness took hold with no way out.
Quick on my knees, I vainly called her name
not even knowing how far down she was.
Poor thing was orphaned, never had a home,
and I had fallen for her big green eyes
and soft, full fur of charcoal gray and white,
well-patterned...such a lovely tabby cat.
A firehouse was right across the street,
and suddenly two men were at my side.
They quickly knelt to lift the iron grate;
one laying on his stomach pulled her out.
So much had happened in so short a time...
I found a dear, sweet kitty to bring home,
then lost her in a storm drain down the street...
a fireman rescued her...and my sad heart.
March 6, 2019
Contest: Down A Storm Drain - Gone Forever
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Fiction For Contest
Slave Girl
by Victor Ehikioya
I have left the gong,
The drum...
And those sticks that strike
The dead log,
To my mates, who yet, tarry
At the square with amulets
Flung around their necks.
My soles ache from trekking,
And my waist, too weak to
Jerk,
To the erroneous sounds of
Tumid timber.
Mama sees not these things
For I too foretell the seer's
Prank.
The letters on the gate,
Scare my thought.
It seeks refuge from
Swollen speeches
Bamboos and knives--
Belligerent folks.
I am the lad with a
Tattooed tooth,
Woven on the left breast.
The child with a soneri
Made to nimble on bare feet
As the tambor swells with
Rage;
To somersault and swirl,
Like the Eagle, with
Unintended misfortunes.
But now, I see their faces,
Gaunt!
Blurred with hate,
A smug with no smile.
They sit and scorn
Mimicking my rhythm,
And the runes from my
Charcoal-gray Mother.
The tin gods bear my step
Witness,
And my sniveling, the fools
That clamp my feet to Metals.
I am the gray child,
The voice beneath the sea
The monster in the man.
These things they fear,
For now the mountain,
Has fallen in the lake.
Radiant dawn verily blessed by God
reflect His artistic wonders, beautifying mornings
assuring days --- triumphantly jubilant.
Through virtual exposure
I behold glorious twilight commencement
marked with crimson tints along scarlet red clouds…
Iridescence of tangerine blaze
subdues aquamarine firmament midst
saffron hues highlighting summer dawn brilliance…
Awed am with the elegance of coral pink
intensifying watermelon luster on charcoal gray sky
featuring the skyline of a free country…
For splendor of nautical dawn
gleaming gold reigns as lemon yellow peeks
blended with chartreuse rays…
Indeed, my heart praises the Creator while His majesty shines
accentuating afterglow of lilac midst prevailing maroon
and lingering gentleness of lavender.
*Psalm 130:6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
April 18, 2021
9th place, "Changing Colors" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/19/2021.
Written: December 1st, 2023
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Colors waltz in a rainbow kaleidoscope
cynosure of sun sparks steel drum teams
Emerald elms embrace periwinkle sky
among fragrant spikes of purple lupines.
Monet and Van Gogh are arm-in-arm
spin a diaphanous color wheel off charts
starry night, yellow circumduct swirls
over white water lilies on mirror ponds.
Consider both humanity and nature
emollient color splits and multiplies
A flamenco actor will kick and clap
Hot crimson ethereal feeling whirling flies.
Gold and yellow dance to evocative music
downpour is brought on by charcoal gray
rain and brightness dance across earth
awaking felicity from fugacious winter sleep.
Akin to a roulette ball of a gossamer color
gambling my emotional imbrication away
winning when the ball stops in blue
dancing sea and sky arouse my day.