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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.
G'day friends, I'll be fer intraducin' me self ta ye. I be Periwinkle, cook ta the High Court of Fairieand teller of tall tales. Hang a peony seed round ye wee ones necks, so ye donna lose them ta the fairie and I'll begin.
Todays tale is of Asclepias's pod boats. Fer drunk wus God on Ascle's wine when He made the whole world.
As told, Mordan had brought fall to the land and stalks dried. They fell from Ascle's arms as charcoal gray pods. The soldiers of the Seelie* Court took them and made boats with butterfly sails. How proud wus Auscle that his milkweed pods would serve the Fey King. All of Auscle's parts were precious ta the fey his seeds served as stuffin' for the Fey Courts gamesons. His flowers brought butterflies. And so, as fall passed to winter Auscle's gave, he gave his life's blood to heal the wounded, his boats brought war.
*Asclepias Milkweed
*Seelie are the good fairy the beautiful ones
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
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.
The sun rose red
Like a hot fire
On cold winter's day
Through the mist
Shrouded fog, bright red
It did blaze
Scattered whispy clouds
But some on horizon
Of heavy charcoal gray
Blessings they are
To keep summer's heat
Far away at bay
The roosters' crow
But faint the sound
As if tired of heat
Which they want to go away
Or maybe the old ones sleep
Before the misery comes to stay
Mostly natures quiet this morn
A crow caws here and there
Few crickets chirp
But the birds aren't up
Or busily feed and drink
Of dew laden plants
Before sun dries it all away
Fill me my cup with
Moisture laden spirit
Don't let it run dry today
Give me bread from heaven
To carry me all this day_
Free Verse for lack of what else to call it
Soft squish of boots,
gurgling footprints following
a plodding tread.
The riverbed speaks
as it enters the mud
writes also, a drainage of rivulets
cursively signs the rivers name
over and over again.
As my dark form appears
sleepy herons wing-beat air
What am I doing here,
here where twilight shades loom
so damp and charcoal gray?
Yesterday, rowing a boat
a liquid sunlight upon the water,
seeing this nook of land,
the way it was so like an aperture,
a place emerging and opening
a piece of hinterland
where a person could walk
on its melding surface.
At this darkening hour
walking to where a skiff was yesterday
looking out from this small inlet
only to spy another opening,
an elemental herons dreamscape
not noticed before.
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.
A single star upon the blue
Jet streaks from charcoal to white
Pale pink breaks the horizon's line
Crickets and doves sing delight
Dove's have an echo some of the time
Roosters crow unanswered
Changing the horizon to rosa wine
Interspersed coyotoes whined
The spider checks his web, repairs
There's no breakfast for him
A long night's hunger unfulfilled
As morn's star slowly dims
Its light superceded by the sun
As the sun rises to greater heights
And the sun paints the canvas grand
Colors wonderful, just right
Amazing how the paint can change
What once was charcoal gray
Now is an awesome pink, what was
White, now gray, touched this day
I can't go away untouched, changed
This morn uplifted me
I can never view this earth again
Without thinking of Thee
What a beautiful sunrise
It has changed once again
Only to be captured upon my mind
Maybe not even then
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
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