'Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral'
Once I sat engaged and blossoming
When I thought of the flowers
In a kingdom full of wreaths
Once upon a midnight peak
I saw the sunflowers
In a kingdom full of seedpods
Flowers - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the flowers
By the grave I saw the sweet peas
I heard an ornamental, flush treeing
When I thought of the flowers
It threw its ghost against the geraniums
They are perfumed from unseen showers
They are perfumed from unseen craniums
Suddenly, I heard some dewing
In there stepped a thundery flowering quince
And the acanthus was doing
I am shorn of the morning rinse
Of the rainstorm's that is suing
Much I marveled the peak flora
The bio-diverse botanical garden breezing
Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral
There’re so beautiful and alluring…
8/8/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Fitful gusts
Occasional thunderstorms
Sunless cannonades
Refreshing breezes
Little gusts
Interesting seedpods
Violent lusts
Emotional whirlwinds, mistrust
Strong misgivings
7/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Rambling Indiangrass long,
skirt pleats hide shy pale knees,
untied hair flies flirty breeze -
asters in basket throng
with purity of wild white
in wicker natural,
petals pressing tactual
absorbed in beauty quite
spectacular. With my hand
I brush the sways of gold,
towheaded seedpods add bold
plumed flourish to the land.
Feathered heads rising to peek
‘bove teal blades turned yellow
graceful in ripened mellow,
silky Autumn mystique.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
~ Eighth Place ~
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018
Sponsor: Dear Heart
*Rambling: to walk aimlessly or idly over or through. To wander around in a leisurely manner.*
Lord, bless us with rain for our fields and crops
Tiny pin drops of water in the dark
Gentle tippy toe taps as opposed to clops
Soaking while receiving no blighted mark
Enkindling life, new growth, greenery moire
Strengthening rootstalk and birthing seedpods
Subtle beauty peeking from the boudoir
Slight breath of wind as stem and leaf applauds
Distant rumbles casting dreams of fortune
Filtered flashes foreshadowing morning
Every being given its due portion
Sunlight greets a good night's sleep adorning
Twilight brightens Your night's gifted labor
We work, we dance to Creation's tabor
To trust in what I
do not understand
The way flowers follow
with imperceptible grace
the sequence of day,
to bend at nightfall
like wheat in the wind,
to let go
like seedpods
anticipating spring,
to be still
with the softness
of my body, breathing,
is to be, perhaps,
like prayer
alive
and vital in the air.
WINDOWPANE
From my windowpane I see milky seedpods floating by,
Randomly they wink at me.
From this elegantly glassy frame the beauty that I see-
Is right here in front of me.
I see the sun has sauntered past my stoop-
Now it’s past my window frame,
And continues down the grassy lane.
Past the fields of new mowed hay,
And past now my great-grandfather’s old chicken coop.
A collage of colors this I see,
A golden meadow, a gleaming pond
And a never-ending sea of green.
All this I see standing here looking-
Out my windowpane.
I rejoice with hope, and comfort comes for-
No matter how fearful tomorrow might be.
This is what I need to see a bird perched in a tree.
All this I see from my windowpane.
Contest Name NATURE COMES TO LIFE
Sponsor Carol Brown
earth changes seasons…
life timed for exaltations
buds profusely bloom
tides of fragrance spill
invigorating senses…
beauty flourishes
hopes rise from seedpods
roots in rich soil awaken…
spring’s alleluia
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