Short Handkerchiefs Poems
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dainty handkerchiefs
pretty embroidered flowers
too tiny to use
lavender sachet
permeating bureau drawers
old woman items
does them off darns sews
it loves silk worms handkerchiefs
silk webs spider weaves
1/4/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
There once was a man who took issue
With using his sleeve as a tissue
Handkerchiefs hadn't any
And head colds too many
Could not blow his schnoz if he wished to!
white infusion now the snow is melting,
paddling down south,
handkerchiefs plaintive cry
tears in the pastures
Dawn down Munster
gathering shadows outshine
the walkway
through concrete glades
tall shadows smash silence
heralds the new day
Dactyls are metrical
Feet that are named after
Fingers with three little
Parts like the knuckles that
Lie in a pattern of
Stress like these sentences:
'Jealously murmuring
Elephants quietly
Sob in their handkerchiefs.'
Feet that are fingers -
How odd!
The longing grew up on the handkerchiefs of my passion,
And all Songs of love spells
are not but a sail
Fighting the billows of my beautiful concerns.
From the wind I light the poem bleeding up,
And the time remains
Pitchers from wich I pour
The nectar of the words .
My girlfriend made her bikini out of large farmer handkerchiefs,
She tied them tight with all her might hoping never to debrief.
A triangle here tied to a triangle there is all that keeps her covered,
And she looks so cute in her swimsuit that close to her I hovered.
I don’t have a cold this summer but I spend time praying for a sneeze,
So I can eye her while I enquire, may I borrow a handkerchief please?
It is an old drama
this dissappearance of the leaves,
this seeming death
of the landscape
great in a later scene,
or earlier
the trees like snarled magicians
produce handkerchiefs
of leavees
out of empty branches.
And we watch
we are like children
at this spectacle
of leaves,
as if one day we too
will open the wooden doors
of our coffins
and come out smiling
and bowing
all over again.
ANGELS DANCED
In evening gowns, with wispy wings, tenderly they twirled, whilst astral handkerchiefs conjoined them — the diamond disco ball, your first sun. Intricacy of threads unwind. Each angel reaps half to dab their eyes, as your born again between the moon and stars — this day began in a confined space. . . now seraphim commend you.
the sewing circle —
the silver and golden threads
waltzing through fingers
8/28/2019