Short Marshes Poems
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Kiawah's sun dips,
Marshes blush in soft pastels,
Spring whispers low.
Egrets dance in twilight's grace,
Day ends in a gentle sigh.
Idolized by pharaohs, monarchs and kings;
Bird of the wetlands, marshes and swamps.
Interesting forager with long bill and stilted long legs;
Sacred icon of the dynasties of yore.
Nauseous Natasha’s cautious sister Sasha’s posh boss
Josh McIntosh from Osh Kosh
Sloshed through the marshes sporting galoshes
Looking for his lost hoss Ross
By gosh
glisten flowing streams
ravishing the hillsides wide
floral green valleys
~
cascading waters
soothing the land marshes grass
weathering wayward
9/22/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
Alligators bellowing chorous dance.
Eerie freshwater gator holes.
Intense jaws, killer lizard-like.
Marshes nest offspring, population quickly rebounds.
Southeastern territorial.
Underwater vegitation. Wetlands xylem.
young zoologist.
glow bugs in eerie
summer marshes add twilight
sparkle to ink blot
welkin, fireflies red heart flash
deadly nightshade clicks scare bats
Posted and created : 11th March 2022
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Water a mirror ,I sought after.
Searching for the source in shallow marshes
Ashes on the ground , dancing under the night sun.
Searching !
The painted night sky full of stories yet to be told.
Echoes of light drums beating encouraging her to search .
Finch trembles in a golden spray
Grading the ant
Oh door less oak squeals
Never platitudes
suit you like a T
Cradles inflected tease and ones
King of the row boat
The S so lowly
Infectious scars legally
mellow in my marshes
Sea is loud
As the sun arose
Tenacity of clouds;
Marshes dry;
Open eyes;
Cry;
Waters rolled down the cheeks of the Mountainside;
Cheeks and cheeks flowing pride;
Tears and raindrops reconcile ;
Two drops of rain flowing;
4/25/20
Written wordsJames Edward Lee Sr 2020
Iridescent gossamer Dragonfly
Sparkles vividly in a haze of sunlight
Reflecting lucent pools and streams
Dining on frog spider and termite
Colorful transformations glittering
Decisively emerging in lakes or marshes
Zealously protecting her territory
Equilibrium balancing harshness
Then one day
in balmy Florida morning
on the way to school
We saw it
the sole egret in the marshes
feeding on an early worm
Yeah ... we screamed
my daughter Zahra and I
Yehoo! Yehoo! Yehoo!
Sometimes the things
that you fear the most
never actually happen
(c) mbsaaka/2021
here they come again
windblown fugitives of gold
dancing with flowers
sun's shadow dancers
green fluttering leaves darkly
silhouette party
purple birds glide by
dusky beats upon the ground
trembling, shade fruit vines
in a dance to night
movement in grassy marshes'
dynasty of days
Dolichonyx Oryzivorus
spiritus lapsae
Spring has come.
Redwings in marshes,
declaring ownership of
reeds!
Rice Birds!
Dolichonyx Oryzivorus!
Bobolinks!
Redwing cousins,
hopping in the yard;
more up than along!
Long thinking, along;
maybe I'm wrong?
Bobolink singing,
more up than along!
GERMANY
From Black Forest’s leafy velvet
Breathing fresh air over the land;
From the fertile earth of the sheltered Rhine,
Or where Goethe and Handel wrote their elegies;
From geest and damp marshes
Teeming rich with sea birds :
From this ground rises a misty eulogy,
A breathy chorus of myriad murders.
If this love was
sifted from the ashes of ruination;
conjured from marshes filled with polluted tears of the mournful;
dripping from the hearts of those who roam the streets of despair...
If it were unconventional,
and unworthy of a crown
because of its vile and putrid sentiment:
what would you call it then?
As frozen winter marshes start to thaw
with sunlight shining on the gentle hills,
the fingertips of springtime softly draw
on cattails growing midst the warming thrills.
When dewdrops form on buds by nature’s law,
the melting hearts start yearning to fulfill,
and nature’s rousing cycle starts anew;
to frigid winter days I bid adieu.
February 19, 2021
You pull me
Through precipitation and perspiration
I come to You
The swamps of my Saliva,
the marshes of my muscles,
You pull me
Through erosion and evaporation
I come to You
The stream of my spinal cord,
the meanders of my membranes,
You pull me,
Through clamminess and condensation
I come to You
The pools of my plasma,
the basin of my bladder,
I come to You,
to the heart of Your sea.
A horizon of rain claws boiling across the sea
Against an outline of island mountains draped in fog.
Wisps of clouds lick lazy through scattered trees.
Cattle show backs to the front in a soggy bog.
The river Corrib rips rapid under mossy arches
White caps gurgle an early morning song
Over vibrant green rocks down into the marshes
Past a gracefully floating reflecting ballet of swans
Dear Marshfield,
Your song is in the wind
sweeping over the woods,
marshes and fields.
The marshes this December
are green, and life stirs
under cloudy skies and sun,
but you still know your seasons.
You cut new trails in my dreams
during long nights
when the sun sets early.
Tonight a bar is empty,
and the bartender shoots pool
to pass the time.
Tonight I sleep in my motel room
for a spirited night.
Davenport
Family of four
swimming on the
pond on this fair
day so breezy.
Going to and fro,
little ones falling
behind and then,
little legs moving
so rapidly to catch up.
Birds so many
sweet sounds they
make so well,
Redwinged Blackbird
wondering what I'm doing.
Into the marshes
went family of four
such a comfort to be here,
but must move on until
another beautiful day.
wrote 5-31-07 at Lowell Ponds State Wild Life Area Denver Co.
As Yet Unblemished By Pure Beauty
That time has come in nature’s year;
That best time of all, the barren time;
That time of nothing yet but promise;
That time of the pure hope:
Late February,
unblemished by Spring’s harsh actualization,
her first hints in this time of new light,
Skunk Cabbage stirring in frozen swamps
and Redwings in marshes,
her Promise soon to be kept in perfect beauty
unbearably aching with the certainty of loss.
Red winged blackbirds at
Lowell Ponds, from the
marshes they come to
fly into the air so free.
Everywhere the eye can see
you will find them here at
home. So colorful these
beautiful feathered creatures.
So touching to the ear
of beautiful sounds they bring,
so watchful of me as they
follow me from tree to tree.
Come to Lowell Ponds and
see for yourself and let
them sing their songs for you.
wrote 6-18-07 at Lowell Ponds, Denver Co.
Kakadu Wetlands is home to three million waterbirds
From May to October it houses the comb-crested jacana
Jabirk, egrets and brolga also take their respite here
Macquarie Marshes are used by the Wayilwan people.
They use the Macquarie for burial grounds and ceremonies.
Interconnecting lagoons and channels of Mareeba are bird-friendly.
They give sanctuary to the Australian pelican and crested tern.
Also the threatened home-southern bell frog. Wetlands rule!
I dreamt I was a butterfly
Dressed up in pink and white
I flew over a field of marshes mellow
And sprinkled clouds of white
Enchanting them into butterflies.
A field of butterflies we were
Of pretty pink and white
Till the sun came out and ran about
Melting us back to marshes mellow.
I woke up with a flying start
And caught a glimpse of my candy jar
I opened the lid, and out came a wrapper with butterflies
I unwrapped the butterflies and found a marsh mellow.
The sole Egret
White against the dark marshes
On the way to school
Wet in the drizzle
Yet present each morning
It had missed the migration
So each day as we passed
My daughter Zahra would exclaim
Dad, here she is!
We had lost count until the day
It left perhaps for good
Perhaps for ill, who would know?
That morning we saw an Eagle
It was nesting nearby
Somehow I suspect
Our sole Egret didn’t migrate
You know how these things go
An Eagle chick must eat