Short Embankment Poems

Barren escarpment
Atoll of detachment
Reclusive compartment
Recycled sediment
Eroded embankment
Nook of rejectment...

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On the embankment of camouflage
character marked for life
scraping the barrel
secret promises of fertility
St. Vitus's Dance...

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uncontrollable 
                                     overflowing embankment 
                                            lunacy fires...

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Full river flowing into the open bay. 
Standing on a stone bridge. 
On a morning day. 

Levy’s are built to hold water in. 
To stop the cycle of, 
Embankment water erosion. 

A main flowing, vein of life. 
Keeps our world fresh,  and all things alive.....

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Wild, ecstatic, frivolous roses,
Haphazardly draping in staccato pink
The grassy embankment.
Bubbling, gleeful, like so many corsages
On fresh-faced girls at a
High school prom.
Cheerful, radiant, intricate charms,
Proffering subliminal messages
Of joy and hope rekindled....

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Vein of Life



Full river flowing into the open bay. 
Standing on a stone bridge. 
On a morning day. 

Levy’s are built to hold water in. 
To stop the cycle of, 
Embankment water erosion. 

A main flowing, vein of life. 
Keeps our world fresh,  and all things alive.....

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Eloquent streaming waters
Aqua Pearl ripples covers
As the wind kisses so mutters
Erodes embankment covers

Meadowlarks and Honeybees
Springs essence so surrounds me
On breezes through the lee's
Nature soul callings be


5/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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Why do snowbirds do it?
Avoiding winter like that
No freezing rain
No winter mix
No icicles falling on your head from trees
No losing control of your car
While you slide into a forty-foot embankment.
I see you have never lived in Chicago in the winter
For your face shows me you have no idea what 
I am talking about....

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It was hefted upon a breeze -
   As in a warm, flowing current
Through a sea of palo verdes -
   To search for an embankment.

That seed of promise -
   An implicit aster -
Was sent to broken gneiss
   To become one with nature -

A golden bloom to come
   To an expectant glen -
Not knowing how it found home
   Except that it did....

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Eased onto an exsiccated embankment
Enchanted by the empyreal expanse
Exhausted from day's endued earning
Yet elated at the endowment of esprit
Enjoying earth's earnest, emoting eye of
Emerald engraved in ecru in eyes that are 
Endlessly enamoured with all existence; I
Echo 'er expression of enthralled euphoria 
Evoking an effusive extolment of Eminence

OluDola2019....

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Over in a shallow glade by the river she waited,
Cormorants gliding silently.
In the embankment bed she lay.
Twisted isles swept furiously,
Dead fish shallowed pools beneath the old red bridge.
Above a sky in black, dirt filled.
At night she listened carefully, moved in silence.
The span of wings touched her heart.
At night she fell to whispers, 
exclusive lights in a harbor born....

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The sky was blue today.
Sun light glinted on my eye lids and bare stretching branches.
Along the railway embankment, though it is early spring,
the spindly matted trees, silhouetted against the cloudless sky,
glistened a golden russet red.
Melodious song rung out from the hedgerows and,
as I walked,
the wind caressed my face.
Today the sky was blue and nature held my heavy heart
in her tender warm embrace....

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Along the railway embankment
a flight of swallows skims the field
now touched with amber shades of fall.

I’ve walked this way before,
along the river’s willow edge,
along the railway embankment.

I’ve found the homeless camps
where no one’s home – a tarp, a mattress.
A flight of swallows skims the field

and a chill wind tells me to move on.
I have a house, a hearth, a window view
now touched with amber shades of fall....

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You pull me to the embankment
bits of moss in lichen green
on the verge of something sighing in my breath
In the black and thickness oil
on the raging and the river
you have set me there afloat upon my death
On the moor and on the misting
of a silver frozen morning
you have pulled me to the point of no return
As you set me there to drifting
bits of unrequited something
start my heart, a lonely bleeding beat to burn....

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Can you still taste the flavors of that apple you ate ten years ago
And hear the river nestling against the rocky embankment?
Or does that day no longer exist in your memory?
Have you already forgotten?

I guess inevitability made its way into your heart
And took the place of your emotions
Which you sent packing.

Did you even notice how they slipped out of your mind -
How they left this house empty?

Perhaps you needed to tidy up your home in order to make room for new things....

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