Short Gatherer Poems
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We become critical
analytical,
what we need is
something magical
the hunter in me hunts within me
while the gatherer prepares
the feast.
One coin
with two sides
but
we always seem to be
on the edge,
Alone as I walk in the sunlight
No one around but me and my shadow
So I walk on even so the heated bright
Reminds me that the sunlight brighter
As I the lone cowboy round up the cattle
6/04/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
She gathers their hearts and souls and invites them to her table.
She feeds them with love and laughter and they reciprocate;
It is on this fullness of belly and heart that they go into the world to achieve their destiny.
A bit more joyful than the day before.
I've resigned myself to sit in a corner
And though I am the corner
I know nothing of that at this time
Because I'm not a gatherer.
I pick things up and drop them
Along my travels
My all glory travels
My eternal traverse
My Great Divine
And from the corner I look
Through narrow telescopes.
Because I'm not talking to anyone.
Midi bright October night,
In the sky-eyed clouds,
Gold and silver then my Lord
Did radiate thy wondrous light.
At each few steps I paused,
Turned my face upward
To bathe in your suspended strength -
Bearded Zeus,
Thy razor-sharp nose,
Square-cut head,
Ulotrichous beard,
Blazing away so near above -
Old Zeus
Cloud gatherer.
A gatherer whistles an old air
His scythe glides a perfect sweep
The stems fall and then lay there
Like soldiers all gone to sleep
Moments they before the blade
Deftly laid one by one
Moments as the memories made
With time would now be gone
But leaving something of a kind
Perhaps some distant smile begotten
Lost to that old and aging mind
Are the times of time forgotten
.
Gatherer of Herbs
Storer of tree limbs, leaves, shrubs, love
His cures a free gift
Gift of his knowledge
Free to early settlers
Pharmacies use now
Up on the rise; above the creek
Braves, boys, and Indian Chief
Sit pow powing as arrows do make
Food gatherer, hunter amazing feats
Catching those fish for food to eat
Higher up on top of the hill
Indian maidens use their skills
Prepare for winter by gathering in
Winter squash, dried fruits, and venison
Shared stories that have no end
(This is strictly imagination from sitting on the porch and thinking what the Indians did to
survive.)
Form:
Somebodies gathering dust, in the
blue-grey twilight; I see him, but
not his hidden face; he stoops down,
like a father with his child, but he
has no busy rattle,
but a dust-pan and a brush,
for scooping up the livid, fiery
dust
yes, I’ve seen him here before,
but more often, in parks with swings
and busy market floors
yet, today is not the same; no, no it’s not
the same at all; and when I ask him, why?
he slowly turned around and said,
” I’ve come to gather you,”
I am animal
I am the wolf
your hunter and gatherer
I will hunt for you
lay my kill
at your feet
I will bite you
mark your neck
with my teeth
If the moon is full
I will howl for you
I become the wolf
for you this night
just to taste the blood
of your chocolate lips
In my wolf skin
I seek your summer brown body
I follow the trail
of your beating heart
The hunter becomes the hunted
You wrap your arms around me
Captured by your embrace
Time in relativity slows
all else fades into nothing...