warrant humaneness
It's all surgeon bludgeon
equanimity stratagem
unfazed by quibbles
coarse aqueous colander
a memory pillow
bled to venture
perplexed spuriousness
throb growingly cognizant
numbness wooziness
clock is striking
likewise we should
If we can force the lock
falasity proven by speculum
verdict of acquittal
Written: February 16, 2022
1st place contest winner
A Strand (1075) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. ( Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand Form)
Categories:
speculum, analogy, character, judgement, voice,
Form: Other
The reflection of what you see
To me, it deflects the purities that my spectral lenses catch
Matching with every insecurity of
Impurities overflowing as water through a gutter
Cluttering me from seeing my self-worth
Birthed from times of weakness down the road most of us have treaded
Yet,
a worn path others have made it down.
The thing about a mirror
Is it’s easy to break
It’s the shattered pieces we’re afraid to pick up
Those individual shards made to make up what’s left of your reflection
Your identity
The sharp fractures of what’s left from the whole cheval
Though it now reflects a peculiar perspective.
The intricate things that were once overlooked.
Crafted and handpicked by your own hands and not of that of another constructor.
Cuts and nicks
Pains and pricks will cut deep as you assemble your speculum
A Curriculum self taught to teach you your worth
Birthed from pain to be made whole.
liberté retrouvée
Categories:
speculum, analogy, identity, inspirational, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
As the mind is tabula rasa
Runs into deep, deep into sleep-abyss
Enchanted by the wave
Unfasten by the speculum
Grip up a dust from nebula
Meridian air touch the hair
Again to prepare for a slumber
Down to the Caucacious mountain
The arrival of souls up there
To create a new lullaby
Mind is still taking an intercourse
With the unconscious
Travelling upper crest to sable abyss
Tears crawls from the corner of sleepy-eye
For pleasure?
For flatness?
Or blend of two side by side?
Categories:
speculum, imagery, imagination, loneliness,
Form: Imagism
'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!'
a lonely pooch
sniffing the mound of dirt
Sniff, sniff flung the Yorkie
'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!'
'Bunnies!' curl up cute and cuddly
while across the way
a kingdom full of gophers
a mound of dirt
I sat engaged and skunking
amazed I'm watching
I saw the fantails
Cute little cottontails
When I thought of the bunnies
That proud speculum - that proud
And so you came gently fluttering
the wrigglers never rabbiting
must be their cute cousins
The marl laughed
'Bunnies!''Yes, bunnies!'
So cute soft and cuddly
So, distinctly I was pea-cocking
And my eyes have all the plumbing
While listening to the robins
Remembering many initiated, silent bunnies
so cute and cuddly
7/5/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
speculum, adventure, animal, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Deep within the wooded thick of a coniferous forest's vascular limbs,
A chorus of loons cry in mosaic croons which echo from where they swim.
They swim in a lake, the sixth of eight; a link in a mountain chain,
Forged by the damming of rivers filled by the gathering of rain.
As the birds' words wash across the polish of water sitting still,
Moonlight melts in speculum upon this lake of swallowed ichorous swills.
Categories:
speculum, imagery, nature, water,
Form: Couplet
i am not one to probe closet or dresser
I am safe with your secrets if any
as my mother asked me on her last day to get the gun to kill her
I kew all my childhood where it was and the speculum to abort the child
and I am the perfect guest and want to be alone in my dreams
of childhood to recoil and entertain a conversation with a world
Categories:
speculum, abortion,
Form: ABC
Old man Cowell and boy Ted,
Hardcore and alcohol
unlocked doors in his head.
Midnight’s rage held a speculum,
every one of them became Brooks.
Two escapes and from
a sling, cast or uniform
one beetle shell thinned
apartment and dorm.
Swung and dumped on both coasts,
Dipped a hand in the green river,
and lost count of his ghosts.
Paid part of his debt on a Florida chair.
Rode the Lightning to eternity.
Consumed by what awaited him there.
Categories:
speculum, america, crazy, dark, death,
Form: Free verse