Short Octagon Poems

What do you get? 
When you cross a cross? 
With a plus sign,
You get what.
Addition or four-way stop;
And an added cross;
Octagon lost;

10/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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An old octagon table
  with a laminated press board top
Left outside it may soon rot
  legs of steel make it heavy
Lifting it alone not quite able
  dragged it out the back door into the mud
For rest sat on it with a thud
  steel legs sank deep into the soft ground
Now a bench on display
  for in the back yard it now stays
Still should move it not really an excuse
  but it is a nice place to roost....

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Drawing from the well of inspiration...

Generation quenches thirst from generation.

Different ages yeilds different stages

Thrust forth from your well of imagination...

Fragrant lilac roses saturating all those who

Stand too close with their perspiration.

Drums resound the suppleness of their tight skins...

Bees swarm returning nectar to their octagon homes

From sweet-smelling warm sun-drenched petals....

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Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon...

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