Short Convalescent Poems

The
War was
won and life
was getting back
to normal once more.
To the convalescent
War hero in hospital
the sight and taste of a fresh ripe
banana was better medicine
than any pill he had been made to take....

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Intrepid
 convalescent 
spectacle glass eyes 
Coral reef
 terminal grief 
cauterize
In disguise 
skies
Inner planetary bodies blinking their eyes


9/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Between The Change

A convalescent waking on the first day of decision
I enjoy, wafting fragrance, as hot tea radiates morning air
But tomorrow, will bring the warmth, as does the springtime sun


5/28/2018
"Sijo" form poem for contest
Sponsor Heidi Sands...

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As you
go about
your journey
on this planet
you come
across things
you think
are permanent,
will last forever
But nothing does!
Everything fades away,
disintegrates into
the convalescent
extremities of the
duration of survival. 
Great empires
are gone. 
Life is short.
That's just
the way
it goes....

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Sky tinged with phosphorescence
  Moon pale, convalescent
    Incandescent lunar crescent

Adolescent lips meet in acquiescence
  Hopes blaze, steamy flourescence
    Hush! thy quiescent quintessence

Shy effervescence, her backdrop incalescence
  Tumescence lurks too, fraught essence
    In Love's Mirror of Evanescence...

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Romance is kindled
by fiery ashes dwindled

Cares not for anguish
wants to clear languish

Prepare for the searing
expectancy is cheering

Figure craves wholeness
restoring health focus

Connecting with deities
rejecting ancient theories

Replacing the torment
with ageless advent

Let us commence fasting
our creation everlasting...

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Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours 
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate - 
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate....

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Echoes of the woman's tea-leaf warnings 
bounce in my head...
I stare at the spilled apple sauce 
all over my bed...
I watch the flickering TV in the convalescent home...
My pharmacy number is in my phone...
I dream in German but can't utter a word...
My memories blurred... My speech slurred...
Remember when we were blissful and unwed?
Why did you leave? Was it something I said?
My mind is not what it used to be...
I'm a rotting shell of stupidity......

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