Short Cobbles Poems

Shade dappled cobbles
Memory is refracted
Our path jars and soothes...

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Two
rooms up,
two below-
bathing in the
sink
'cross
cobbles
to visit
netty in the 
yard...

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Amsterdam.
Calm, gentle.
Cycling, boating, walking.
Tulips, cobbles, bakeries, fresh air. 
Eating, drinking, sight-seeing.
Modern, historic.
Holiday....

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Grief is not a straight line
it meanders down
echo cobbles
hiding in
black shadow forest
tendril fingertips
gnarled and knotted
pull you back
to a rememberance
of the gone...

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Smiling, I cross the facade.
Mottled, the evening violets
wane -- into a subtle fusion
of smoothly muted grays.
A thin sheen of water lies
fallow Upon stone cobbles.

8/28/2016...

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Curved and simple
as milkbone,
used as a hidden grail,

a pale listener.
When the morning rain calls
we carry buckets into the yard.

Warm lipped from mugs,
knights of clink and
clack, we triumph over

cobbles, flood past the latch.
We know grey and the
weight in one arm....

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One man.
Treading the streets of his city,
large black overcoat blending into the night,
pipe bowl softly glowing red against the dark,
cane sharply clacking aginst the cobbles.
Suddenly an owl sweeps by,
white wings flashing softly,
quietly hooting.
One man,
one street,
one bird,
one night....

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Old shops here
Odd stuffy cheer
Old things dear


Street wind well
Old cobbles tell
Odd tales dwell


Note time trace
An ancient race
In old grace


Old charms pitch
Hurls clumsy reach
In strange itch


Odd old rooms
Quaint fancy grooms
Allure blooms




Leon Enriquez
22 January 2018
Singapore...

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Wolf On Snowy Mound Betrayed by Mound of Snow and Stone - A Haiku

snowy afternoon
a gray, yellow wolf wallows
betrayed by the stone

howling in the wind
running mix the snow mounds falls
dozens of cobbles

stones midst covered grass
a gray, yellow wolf wallows
betrayed by the snow




11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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You leave, but the snow finds you.
               Cobbles reflect ice and steps.
               (The street is the back of a reptile).

You follow the snow,
               the windows make you a saint,
               you are in a church.

You are well wrapped in cloth,
               you stride with intent,
               your heart is an unformed pump.

You are a fireplace, cold and ashen....

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With empty baskets
in both hands
she treads the cobbles
of her broken land.

Her home once
pale washed blue
a reflection of early
morning dew
where now a bomb
stained hue.

She's walking solemn corridors
still empty baskets in her hand
she looks for the reason
but she can't understand.

The flowers grew in the garden
the mid day feast displayed
she still walks with empty baskets
her sunken eyes displayed....

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denouement

warm honey flows
through beeswax veins
and pools upon cloth
of azure blue

glow of sun filtered
filigree through leaves
an open window invitation
to Sunday just across the sill

a hawkers sing song cry
from the cobbles below
berries, sweeet strawberries
come   buy my lovely berries

sudden feather gusts of morning breeze 
bring scents of fruit and jasmine
to my bed

but I am too lazy to move
to disturb the honey flow....

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she passes every day

she strolls
golden liquid
afternoon dance along
the broad streets
ancient trees drop dappled shade
from green hushing leaves

The Girl From Ipanema
plays from her pores
swirls  about her hips.
she glides over the smooth cobbles
steps in time to the rolls
of an ancient sea

eyes follow, speculate
cast nets of wondering
try to capture her truth
yet none can see the fire 
through the ice
a mask of calm belies all heat
but for her afternoon dance...

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