Same Roof
We shared a roof, a table, the same four walls,
and still I lived on the far side of a door
no one had thought to knock on.
Their voices filled the house each morning,
familiar as the kettle, the taps, the stairs,
and none of it ever reached me.
I was in the room. I was not seen.
You can stand in a doorway for years
and be furniture to the people you love.
They were meant to be the ones who knew me
before I knew myself,
who could read the weather in my face.
Instead I learned to fold my heart small,
to keep it in a pocket
where no one would ask what it weighed.
I have grieved the things that happened.
That grief has edges. It has names and dates.
The other grief has none.
It is the hush where the conversation should have been,
the hand that never reached across,
the people I sat beside for years
and never met.
I was not only mourning what was done to me.
I was mourning the child who kept waiting to be known,
and the closeness
that never had its chance to exist.
Blue rain taps the roof
Puddles hold the fading sky
Night folds into blue
sELF-CONTAINED STRUCTURE, KEEPING OuT THE RAIn
the skull constructed to keep the brain
Protection hair comforts and connects
Electric...
Packaged woods, ply, particle boards
Calcium rocklike structural fleshly boles
DNA, what I'd just say;
Ivory solid as a rock
Eclectic...
I've tasted the waters,
I've tasted the lands
I've held my peace
I've folded my hands
I prayed within, without and above
All I see is Agape LOVE
God is mine, greatest covering;
He will never stop being my, mine
ROOF TOP!!
08/24/26
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
tapping takes mind off hurt you left behind
The shingles were taking a beating,
As tabbies and hounds kept on meeting.
They slid down the slate
At a terrible rate,
While the terrified owners were fleeing.
different colors
caused by rains hard beating
and snows long stay
The world is built on bent-back spines,
Of those we draw outside our lines.
We treat them as a hollow space,
A blur of limb, a void of face.
But should they tire and step away,
The glided roof would turn to clay.
How strange to build a house so tall,
On folks we claim aren't there at all.
Each morning when I’m half awake,
I look outside as daylight breaks.
Through my bedroom window’s frame,
that little bird appears the same.
I don’t know why it chose that spot,
a tank, a wire, a sunny dot,
but every day it comes to stay,
and so I look for it each day.
It feels like we have our own way
of saying “hi” without a say,
a little friend who doesn’t know
how much its presence makes me glow.
In "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,"
I could feel my fingernails digging into his back during that electrifying moment.
It was astounding to witness tears streaming down the face of such a strong man—he truly wept! He sighed deeply, reaching his climax over and over.
Was this a testament to his athleticism or a cry for help beneath his tough exterior?
Roof and the moon in a deep chatting session
Bare tree filling with the flood of jasmine
Clouds joining from Mesopotamian rivers
Two horses attempting to break loose
_________________________
September 9, 2025
There's a fiddler on the White House roof.
As the world burns, he is clearly aloof.
Just like Emperor Nero,
he is surely no hero,
and frankly we've had enough of this goof.
Praise the Lord!
You could hear it from the roof tops
Thank the Lord!
He deeply loves us so much non-stop
I thank my Father
Too I thank His precious Son
For a really great life
That the Lord and Jesus both have shown
In "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,"
I felt my fingernails digging into his back during an intensely charged moment.
I was surprised to see tears rolling down the cheeks of a strong man—he wept!
He sighed! He reached his climax, time and again.
Was it a display of sportsmanship or a sign of injury?
rain on the old roof
and endless rumbling thunder
~ some day afternoon
AP: 1st place 2025
The puppy is on the roof
The puppy is on the roof
He is a little goof, he is a little goof
How did he ever get up there so high?
He lifts his paw and can touch the sky
Do we make a big deal of this clown?
Or do we try to coax this puppy down?
The puppy is a clown
The puppy is a clown
A goof on a roof, who never wears a frown.
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