I'm standing on a fragrant lily field
by the serene bay towards midnoon,
falcons gather by the splashing rocks
with eyes that scare away hungry larks;
they must catch their prey and be fed:
they'll attack with their claws a buffoon
who laughs and breaks the stiff stillness,
stumbling down the shell-strewn dunes!
One can see the wide wings of geese
that flap hard against the spiritless air
before encountering the menacing storm;
they faintly honk over the grove of fir...
then, they vanish from sight to divert fear:
happy was their spring and they did perform
eloquently to delight senses and release
a sound merrier than that of a flycatcher!
The sea-breeze turns into violent gusts,
they roar bending beeches and spruces;
drowsy seagulls feel the blast of incoming rain,
they refuse to leave their haven huddling closer....
thinking it won't last to endure useless disdain:
should I heed the warning and run faster than a deer?
I have a half mile to go before I can defy the insidious threat;
my clothes are getting drenched, but I don't show any fret!
Categories:
midnoon, beach, bird, fear, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!
Daises, jasmines and violets are gently lulled
in their wild and lush meadows as it rushes by;
ravens disperse in pervasive fear so unequaled;
what was too calm turns into chaos: a pitiful cry!
Is it nostalgia he clings to, or something else?
That landscape is as vivid as his happy yesterday;
he hears the shrieking horn, its sound is not terse:
crossing the tracks can be fatal in mischievous play!
The adventurous boy climbs the breezily and balmy hills,
and excited by the spectacular view, he begins to hum;
all sonorous canaries start warbling to accompany him:
they echo in the valley below to awaken church bells!
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
he describes this scenery in an evocative poem;
no tears go to waste, they're precious to him:
it's nighttime, even darkness will grant his boon!
Categories:
midnoon, childhood, joy, kid, memory,
Form: Rhyme
The cash hasn't been counted for the cow hasn't given it's milk
The picture and the frame neither of them been mounted
Oh! What a shame
The sun and the moon unite
Both together create twilight
Dusk sunset afternoon midnoon
A worm with wings is a moth
A tattered torn shirt is a cloth
Most of these things I've witness
I feel a tingle
When I stub my toe on the coffee table
I feel it's intermission
When it's in the middle of a movie picture show
The picture and the frame neither of them been mounted
Still such a shame
I have two first names
I felt a tingle
Stuck my tongue on an iced fence post in the window
Reached up to high scratch my eye looking at the sun trying to catch a baseball
I feel admission to the hospital emergency room
Fell on a broom wrong broke my arm
I feel a tingle
INTERMISSION
03/02/15
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
midnoon, assonance, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
molecular bindings of love
electrons are spinning in
the damp atmosphere
playfully
we are stretching in the
midnoon shade
counter balancing the
thrust of unwanted fear
domination of insecurity
fades into a mist of trust
i am drinking tea
without milk and sugar
Categories:
midnoon, allegory,
Form: I do not know?