The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.
Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy gray-black chick who...
Lit the sun pointed to my nest house...
Captured my morning drowse.
A courageous little skylark,
With a notorious chirp crack,
She repeatedly taps my pane,
And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain.
Pulled from beloved slumber, I scan who,
Through my drowsy eyes, I view...
The vivid rattle, truly, she’s a great dancer,
My ears almost paralyzed by the clatter.
Through the solid unglazed pane its clear,
The morning breeze powers the air,
The lovely melody alarms my doze...
Tirelessly, she airs her pose.
The shrill stole my focus,
A lone owls’ hoot – a secret in the sunrise,
The arduous tweet feels counterfeit,
But the unfolding truth won’t lie or cheat.
“I came, I saw, I conquered.”
Should that now be my motto?
Was given a “Temple” Tour,
Like Nebuchadnezzar we RETURNED!
We repeatedly take what was
Shown to us that day, bit by bit!
Pirates and Buccaneers ????? we
Became, O see! We want, we want!
From then on either in a Group
Or singly, we repeatedly Returned!
I came, I saw, I plundered!”
God knows that this is Wrong!
…. as the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.
I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still.
As much as I try, you just won’t see,
I don’t dare cry, with loneliness my fee.
My memory collapses after only ten lines,
a bugger for friends, and unpaid parking fines.
I’ve tried not to speak, not to use up my quota,
but it makes me feel weak, less human, more motor.
As the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.
I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still….
In my dream,
that is my sweet meditation;
colors begin shifting and the stars gleam,
I float blissful with no destination.
I just drift,
in this delightful spiritual gift;
where clouds of dark rose pink and deep blue shift.
Oh, where am I going,
there is a whisper wind blowing;
and flowing.
I never imagined this hue and scheme,
oh, thank you spirits for this creation;
now, please aim me home swift;
slow- as we pass those stars glowing.
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February 9, 2019
Written for the contest, Tell Me What Do You See
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr.