statues in water
painted by suns heated rays
cooled by moons night beams
Water reflections
as boat cruises by them
show casing beauty
PICTURED
apparently
in sombre
retreat
the
literary
affirming
&
celebrates
the
portraiture
with
some overlap
to compare
perhaps
contrast
&
reflect
the
sensibility
of
space
with the
representative
&
extraordinary
captured
with
intimate detail
of
the
slight &
spectacular
character
in retrospect
a
cherished
collaboration
is with
the extraordinary
in
a unique moment
of a
moving experiences
of
transformation
meets the gaze
of memory
of vulnerability
using traditional
cultural
face to face
in
conversation
MELANCHOLIA PICTURED
Deep
waters
whirl in a
melancholy
pool
the
eyes show
subjection,
&
a
resigned
acceptance-
yet beauty shines
through.
Duel Ekphrasis -inspired by both
the Whirlpool by Isaac Lentan
&Head (portrait) by Watteau
The taste of the jasper petals
Laid a breast the landscape
Sweet vapor mist gently kiss
a forest surround sound
the rocks side like metals
Trees dancing in the wind scape
Flowers smells grips the air filled bliss
Pictured flowers
8/8/78
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
hey so most of you guys know that this isn't really like me.. i uhh i guess this is something thats been on my mind for a while so.. listen to me
do you hear me?
are you listening to me?
listen to me!
through her eyes i saw a scream
she was in there, wanted to be let out
her fear of drowning came to life after that night
she gone just like the light
everything was fine
you were a part of me
separately we were chillin
then you came back like a villian in those really predictable movies
i dont know how many times i had to feel pain to make sure i wasnt dreaming
but it wouldn't have been a dream
it was a nightmare
and it happened to me
this wasn't supposed to happen
things like this just dont happen
this isnt me this isn't real
this really isnt like me but i guess its just been on my mind for awhile..
…and so I pictured peace
…and so I pictured peace.
the lea of the meadow at sunset
meadowlarks chasing invisible bugs,
unfelt breeze riffling the tall grass,
the halo of summer warmth.
unknown to me a battle raged
within the gentle stillness,
a struggle for balance, for survival,
for continuation of the species,
the struggle to achieve stasis.
…and so I questioned peace
and its aberrant deficiencies.
its state of constant flux,
conflicts over air, water, nutrients,
its need to be delicately tended.
…and so I came to know peace
not as a utopian hammock
but as a vibrant and living meadow
that must abide the necessity of change
while respecting the changes of necessity.
a peace that dances across the riffling grass
honors both the meadowlark and bug
paid homage in the warmth of sunset gold,
a peace that knows the burden of its halo.
2/27/2015
Submitted to – Pick a Subject – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
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