Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours - waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
The night extends its life longer
The temperature gets colder
The colourful landscapes fade to orange
Rustic browns shape the scene
Sepia tones indicate age
The natural world decaying
Stripped back; the bareness of finality
Stark images of looming death
The bleak imagery of winter
In still and dark whispers of light
Destruction pervading terrains of white
Enveloping the ground
Daylight returns in victory
For darkness relinquishes strength
Bare desolation is melting away
With sunlight warming earth
Glimmering shards of renewal
As buds begin taking new form
Birthing beginnings; life everlasting
Cycle of change restored
See within those starry skies,
Beauty of binding vines,
Fluorescent meaning lies,
In its parting petals spouting lies.
A clams soft pink shell,
Glints in thousand little pearls,
They glide gracefully and swell,
Winding around the rivers swirls.
The white serpents eyes are peach,
Tempting, soft but out of reach,
High up in the turquoise trees,
It's flicker preceding a cool breeze.
The glowing fruits are unfamilar,
No beauty is ever similar,
Eating one would erase the river,
As well as the beautigul glimmer.
The grass shall sustain instead,
The roots of the waters might,
It's coming from the river bed,
And will surely set things right.
The peachy glimmer on waters shell,
Relinquishes its glow for now,
Floras torrent said go back to hell,
No calm waters at this hour.
The grass has grown in your head,
No ecosystems full without fauna,
Water fuels both now one is dead,
Powerful serpent still along a
River
You come to me, palpable,
The way a candle flickers
When the air is stirred,
A vague mirage, a sense
Of metaphysical existence
But here, nevertheless,
A wondering sensation one never forgets
More than just a curiosity
A part of me rises to you,
Relinquishes itself to your fond greeting
Almost forgetting that it wants
What it doesn’t want –
Something sweeter I once knew
That lingers with an elemental truth
Beneath the lid of observation;
Something tender that I feel,
A momentary remembrance
Less melancholy than wistful,
A taste of which before I kneel
And then you go, are gone,
Except the substance of your memory
A lingering imprint –
Proof enough, I know
Like bear tracks in the snow
In our soul is the light of our life, our inner being,
Our connection with Christ is through our soul,
When God relinquishes his silence to speak to us,
We have gained the power of Divine Magnetism.
It drives us to divine heights we are able to achieve.
If your heart’s attributed to feeling love its your soul.
Whatever belongs to the soul is always imperishable.
When your brain is praised for bringing words to life
It is your soul giving you spiritual enlightenment
It’s the urge to get up and try again, its divine
It is the light that is the spiritual essence
It is the love that radiates life's reason
No camera known will make it seen
Always inside us an inner glow,
Your soul is you day by day.
It’s strength from almighty God.
It's Divine Magnetism that's there.
It’s one of God's wonders, your spirited soul.
Beginnings. In-between. Endings
Distances between penetration and penetration
is but a brief moment towards creation of life.
Life exists within its warm protective watery universe.
A window opens, life sees first light of day through a gap.
This Holy of Holy’s vessel is capable of nurturing
or it relinquishes, letting Nature take the helm, to guide.
A journey that takes years, decades, three score and ten,
creating a personality, a character worthy or not.
That life traversed this plane carrying, living its history,
then a door closes on this known universe and opens,
opens up into another dimension, another reality,
a reality that will last for eons, for all eternity.
Or will it ???
B. J. “A ” 2
January 5th, 2024
Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn.
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.
Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.
Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.
Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug
Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife
In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor.
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.
Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again
Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.
Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.
Superimposer
such an imposter
heart posture
sinless composer
keeps cutting a deal
missing his field
Prospect is killed
blazing sacrifice
trying to be nice
humble and spiced
yet he's OK why cuz the Father got him
leaving appalled
being withdrawed
suspected of twice
trying to be a witness
covered in nice
falsely accused of being duped
silently bruised
yet in truth
he's a bright moth attracted to the flame
cursed fumbles the ball relinquishes his name
yet he's OK why cuz Our Father got him
caught up in the game
Withered and torn
complacent rebirth reborn
and in saying all this
yet instilled bless
blessed is his type
crucified for being nice
following the dream
being
what it is and not What It Seems?
Praise God hallelujah he's okay because our Daddy's got it
What it is Is Not What It Seems
10/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
When sun whispers goodnight to crimson skies,
and clouds turn from lavender to soft grey
sun glides away to shine in others' eyes
zenith is sun's place to herald each day.
Sun god Helios rode from east to west
pausing in zenith to admire his throng.
Then hurried on, as day's movement was best
and, somewhere, summer days wished to be long.
Coming from Arabic, zenith now means
“highest point,” roughly, where Sun sits at noon
Sun never quite relinquishes its gleams
when viewed as opposite, lights a full moon.
Earth revolves and to Zenith sun rises
Sun stirs golden rays with a gilded spoon
Once a day, even when cloud disguises,
sun is at zenith, then races with moon.
May 13, 2023
for "Word Challenge--Z Words"
by Constance La France
Asleep on a pile of hay
my dreams are waiting for the day
when summer relinquishes her ray
to a re-canvassed season of red clay ;
Burgundy leaves in the wind sway,
as September returns like a Jay
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Orphaned by the distant wind
as darkness bathes the dawn
My wings have flown beyond my sight
to catch the cygnet swan
A brother to the foreign soil
lost father to the man
Hearing wisps of memories past
old promises remand
Alone upon a falling sea
in depths my heart bemoans
The water cold inside my veins
fresh images I’m shown…
To raise my spirit from its sleep
and chase the light above
The night relinquishes its grip
and frees the mourning dove
Returning messages of hope
to course before the sun
That shines upon my reclaimed self
—my flight at last begun
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
*Image of Human Wake Up Light by Pixabay.
The Eternals Wake
Afterlifer's believes consciousness dabbles, effecting furtherance,
gainsayers, henceforth, interjects jocularity,
knowledgeable limits mortality nonbeing ... obliviates predominating, quasistationary,
relinquishes significance tasked ultrafamiliar,
vaticinators wanderings xenial,
yearning zen.
2021 October 18
In Memory of November
November filled the gap to play the waiting game
Recalling the past in quiet reflection
A cold dark void of neither here nor there
With beauty nonetheless
As black pervades this month of loss
And fading light relinquishes its hold
A peace transcends all mournful life
When one remembers
Aflame the flickering waxy light
That conquers invasive darkness
Symbolic hope that paves the way
Toward a winter solstice time of plenty
While November’s pyrotechnic night of flare
Heralds a cacophony of gunfire sounds
Erupting in the sky to fall as fragile poppies
And thus to rest upon the sanguine soil
November remembers and sings a requiem
A shrewd eyed crow in shiny funeral dress struts his stuff
Amid the summer remnants of decay
Then alights upon a skeletal branch to watch the sleeping world
And there to pause awhile in memory
LACHRYMATORY*
wasted on his grave
he can’t beat the soil to death
relinquishes tears
melts down handsome’s treasury
his golden eyes in her jar
9/6/2020
*tear jar
The winds whispered softly
seemed to mimic my name
Holding onto a truth, where I
was not to blame
Looming in my shadows,
haunting me at night
Taunting me yet remaining
just out of my sight
Keeping my dreams hostage
never giving in
Wanting a deep true love
being my only sin
When soon time seems
broken making many demands
Life seemed to be once again
raising up its hands
All my many battles play
out everyday
Doesn't seem to matter if I
have anything to say
As they try to rock my world
knocking me down
Holding my head under water
attempting to drown
When I think I've had enough
it relinquishes it's tight hold
Whispering into my ear of
torture until I'm old
7/8/2020
So take my breath and devour my mind
This golden orb sails on drifting horizons designed
In its velvet cloth of endless sky it bleeds atmosphere
In whispered blues and grays on orange ceilings so austere
Rise Oh Sun! Your muted passage holds me possessed
In passing beams of brilliant poetic imagery obsessed
In the stream of dreams moving light to darkness in awe
Of this point of wakeful art where headlands rise and fall
As heaven's archer bends the sky in rivers of seasonal birth
The sun erupts imploring the panoramic poet's earth
So in that distance traveled it may lay secretly sleeping
To hide its head below the latitudes its absence beseeching
Emerging for the song of bards once more in its enchanting home
In bringing forth its light and loveliness to the writing of the poem
In communion with the resplendent rays that create our wordy delight
This body of light from beginning of day into the shadow of night
Transpiring words that dwell inside me, making my epitaph
As beauty relinquishes my heart and releases my soul's path
To reach high to touch the sun, the sky, the Moon and earth
You have given me the language for my rebirth
April 1, 2020
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