Long Leafage Poems
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Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow
was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability.
I heard the smoking gun,
heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break,
heard the unflexed crook of it pivot and shear,
timber dislocate, break, and crumble.
There was a fibrous unclasping,
then the unfolding thunder of impact.
This morning, thigh deep in its wreckage,
maneuvering through the downed foliage,
the strew of crumbled catkins,
I listen to its death throes
of leafage curling into whorl and lacuna,
the rustling whispers of a dwindling aftershock.
Splinters and twigs tremble, lumber creaks on
as a sotto voce rattle of demise
as if the tree was still collapsing beneath its fall,
as if this murmuring requiem
were a way to explain what the moment did.
untangle,
leave the shadow of Death behind,
at Death's dark door.
Filled w/ Light
the Heart grows wings,
flaps up into the sky free.
Below, She moves,
a dance, through soft, dappled sunshine.
The Five Imperishable Gnostic Trees in Paradise
stand along the roadside, on the Way out of the city.
The noisy crowd still passes by.
The storm is now faraway, retreating, invisible over
the horizon, but still booming and crackling as
it rolls along:
Motion in Rest
in a remnant, Baroque sky -
royal purple, light and dark blue,
grey, white, deepest golden.
Back there, over one's shoulder,
hills slowly, almost imperceptibly darken.
W/ cold night unstoppably approaching,
the good, wise serpent
stirs on a black, wet bough,
due pagan canniness.
Nestled hidden in heavy, quivering leafage,
the serpent hugs His Tree even tighter,
slowly, methodically, tenderly.
Gilded, scaly coils flare softly,
then blaze brighter than any sun.
I relish the composure of evening
Which slithers far into hidden places
That beyond uptown’s jarring noise,
I kick off my voguish high heels
And wander through burst of evergreen:
A quiet grove where young leafage nestles
To soothe my breath with deepened ease,
That flinging these tight cocktail stilettos
Allow a body-mind to unleash after 6 pm toil
In Nuvali Park where birds scuttle by…
How rhythmic the air, its honeyed waft lifts
Enticing a need for wanton barefoot prance;
As I feast on thrilled leisure of being shoeless.
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For Lu Loo's I Got A Darn Na Again Poetry Contest
Re-entered 6/13/2019
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From a previous challenge, Night Shoes
5/18/2019
I often set out for a hike on a lovely day of roaming,
how I love to explore the forest and countryside alone;
going deep into the lush green woods under an azure sky,
I am mesmerized by beautiful flowers by a stone.
One day, I was lost in my thoughts when I found a bridge,
an old covered red bridge in the middle of nowhere;
once upon a time perhaps it had a stream flowing beneath,
but now gone as I stood breathing in the air.
The trees and foliage would soon claim it as their own,
I loved the reflecting sky puddles here and there beneath;
in fact, I walked under it to explore as it seemed sturdy,
it was truly a peaceful scene that I had come underneath.
My muse told me to stay a while and so I dropped my pack,
venturing over the bridge and then back again and again;
I really admired the blue roof and red painted sides,
but it had no purpose except perhaps as a beautiful lane.
And that got me to thinking and pondering about life,
yes, something can be quite beautiful no matter its age,
and it can have no real purpose- like this covered bridge
leading to nowhere, over nothing but lovely leafage.
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August 26, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Covered Bridge On A Lovely Day
Copyright Protected, ID 08-933-702-26
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Lovely Day
Sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 03/02/2022
Second Place
KOMOREBI
Pushing dense bush walking in pathless forest
under tree canopy, continuous.
At dawn sun rays penetrating at best,
torching dark tunnel , making luminous.
Sunbeams filtered by leaves and foliage
interplaying sheen and shade to astound.
Komorebi cast on dappled image
forming lovely lattice on forest ground.
Komorebi caused by leaf lamina.
Pretty patterns to adorn forest floor.
Sunlight is sieved by leafage patina.
Wonder and dreams of sunbeam to adore.
Morn glow of Komorebi ! End of night.
Dark shadowed tunnel on opacity,
finding flash of thin shafts of twinkled light.
Profound pure pristine tranquility .
When sunlight shines through tree in environ
Contrast of light and shadow to receive
on re-energised radiant ion,
Komorebi to charm at morn and eve.
From beneath a long frozen earth
ancient human bones surface,
they rise far enough for an eye-socket
to be seeded.
A sapling grew from out of that skull.
In time the skull became a tree.
Like many tree’s its skeleton was on the outside
but the bone-tree’s bark was harder.
It grew gnarled and knotted, grimly striated
were it knurled as if a twisted growth
had tortured wood into blackened bone.
It’s leafage was scant, spiked, and leathery,
thorns were it canopy.
Some claimed it to be an old apple tree,
yet no fruit did it ever bear.
After hundreds of fruitless years
it fell, stuck down
by its own inflexibility,
its unbending bones broken forever.
From beneath a long frozen soil
where once a garden flourished
a serpent slid away
seeking more blind eyes.
How Do I Love a Cheerful God--
My cheerful God, you embrace me to fight.
How I love the way you hunt, walk and call,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the smooth catchall.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more dreamy, joyful and immortal.
Blithe winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumn-time has the blazing chortle.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your attractive eyes, voice and hands.
Thinking of your active voice fills my days.
My love for you is the amazing cans.
Now I must away with a fearful heart,
Remember my fresh words that’ll never stop.
3/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows
scooped by shrew, mole, and vole.
Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech
as they swayed,
buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight.
Giddy rills gave voice to fritillaries
that flew to the sun or moon.
Words were idioms painted upon
the melodious leafage
of the up-risen and rising.
Then that shaggy brat
the primordial ape it grunted forth,
translating its gripey gut
through the clack of a creaky tongue.
Guttural and gregarious
it learned to babble and
belch an oral discordance.
It yapped and yawped,
yawped and yapped
until a spoken language
verbosely pivoted to prolix
polluting the very airy air.
Then it was
that a nascent poet boldly stood
rhyming would with could
until even the dumbest of his tribe
understood
and cheered him fit to bust
while the green grown world
with all its idiomatic kin
lost the will to express
as before
for the fluent earth again.
Ode to the Flowers- -A Sonnet
So fine flowers, your colors so bright.
the way in the wind you flap, wallow and soar,
Invades my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the pleasant or.
Let me compare you to a warm ember?
A blaze so biting, exciting hot, pale.
Blind winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumn time has the fighting fantail.
a sunset your blooms do blend in a haze
Colorful benign sweet, wholesome and bright.
Thinking of your good wholesome fills my days.
My love for you is the unpleasant mite.
Now I must smell with a divine heart,
Remember those light scents whilst we're apart.
12/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
WALKING THE AUTUMN PATH
Cracklings
under my feet
breathing fragrant leafage
of reds and golds, brown twigs of trees-
fallen.
Juicy
succulent pears,
big-bright orange pumpkins
fill crates in the grocery store-
displayed.
Fresh-baked
breads, apple pies
flirting sweet to my nose,
I hastily run: tasting all,
I burp!
Cool,crisp
air kissed our cheeks
as we sit close outside
steady gazing the evening sky:
moon, stars...
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CONTEST NAME: AUTUMN STROLL CINQUAIN FORM
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
~~2nd place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
5:24 pm, October 22, 2015