Even after the voices faded
Something stayed behind
A whisper within my thirsty soul
An elegant memory that still resonates
Through the hollow rooms of my heart
Even in the busiest crowd
That quiet voice lingers
Reverberating through my mind
Like a distant bell that refuses to fade
Then I realized
It was never the voice I cherished
But the soul behind it
The one that left an echo
On my heart and mind
Is this what love is---
An echo that remains
Long after the silence begins...
—The Weight of Cannot—
I came to stay the falling, yet the hour
went on beneath the ordinances of fate;
my hands, made eloquent by love, had power
only to learn how powerless to wait.
I stood beside the vanishing, and knew
that presence hath no hands with which to stay;
I called the name; its warmth remained, yet through
that warmth, the beloved had already passed away.
My love reached shore; the beloved was sea,
and every strength I summoned sank from sight;
I asked Time for one mercy; memory
returned, and made remembrance ache with light.
The thing I could not change changed what I knew
of love: my hands grew still—and still reached you.
Pip the sparrow was very
thirsty on a hot and sunny
summer day.
He spotted a pitcher with a
little bit of water at the very
bottom.
He dropped small pebbles
into it until the water rose so
he could take a drink.
What is on the other side? “He asks
Well I say, “There might be a loch, or a waterfall, or nothing at all.”
We won’t know until we get to the other side.
“I don’t want to go to the other side!” He says
“I want to go home”
“No we’re halfway there. We’re going to the other side”
“I’m thirsty” he screams
“I’m hungry” He wails
“I’m tired” He cries
“There’s a cafe at the other side”
“Cool” he states as he runs off to the other side.
Sure could use a soda...
Last coins tossed in that wishing well.
Wish I'd kept that change !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
As the heat of the rain pierces the thirsty
bosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of summer
, And as arid and suffocated, it drinks, and nourishes the plants
Burned by the sun, displays vitality, childbirth, gladness,
Your image, fountain of dreams wrought by my thoughts,
Penetrates gently through all the pores
Of my soul soiled in the struggle of burning hatreds,
Of sad and silent moments, and of daily cares.
Like a heady perfume spread by tenderness
Which seizes the intoxicated and subjugated soul in its palace
And lulls it with memories and unspeakable dreams,
Immaterial arms ardently
embrace My exhausted thoughts and my dark meditations
When your eyes are reflected in the lake of love of my heart...
THIRSTY
He was close to drinking water;
Yet his mouth would open;
In his last breath, he gasp;
His mind wasn’t sober;
His soul was nonchalant;
Heart beating casually, calm relaxed unconcerned;
THIRSTY
1/12/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Throat parched, yearned for water,
Tongue stuck to His dry mouth;
Thirsty to do God's will,
The Lord died on the cross,
Thwarting devil's intents
To hinder salvation;
That day, He pined, for me.
'Cogito, ergo sum,' René wrote
I doubt the following is what he had in mind
(I think, therefore I am) take note...
if you think you're thirsty
in need of a drink
and find yourself in a bar
then you probably are
or if you think you're dirty
need a bath really stink
and no one's around you
then perhaps you truly do
and if you think you're crazy
in need of a shrink
no ands ifs or buts
you definitely are quite nuts
THIRSTY PEACE WALLOWING
In life’s wet streamings–
Sweat, tears, and painful peeing–
Peace wallows in thirst:-
Today’s warring wet waters,
Quenching greed’s evil thirstings:-
I strive to place God as the be- all and end- all of life
I know He watches over me as a caring father.
When storm clouds rise high in my sky,
I look up to Him for guidance.
He gives company in my loneliness,
Gives hope, when down in the ditch of despair.
As I walk in darkness, when I falter and fall
His gentle words keep ringing in my ears
“Come all you, who are thirsty
Come to the waters”- (Isaiah-55)
Yes, I turn to the living waters
And drink deep from the wellsprings of His love.
In my sojourn on this earth, his love pilots me
When storms rage fierce and breakers rise high,
I turn to Him who once rebuked the wind,
And calmed the waves of the tumultuous sea.
With childlike trust, I give my hand to God
And ask Him to hold it tight, never letting go.
God, l know, is pleased with my trust in Him
And my resolve to love all His creation.
Let every atom in me throb with His filling love
May it spurt like torrents to form gushing streams.
Perfume of tremendous worth,
Emptied from an airtight jar,
Left a sweet fragrance in the air,
As roses on a spring morn.
Promptly brought a harsh rebuke,
Labeled as a wasteful sin.
Others had an insightful view,
It’s too precious to contain.
Basic goods must always flow,
Not withheld with selfish greed,
By the “haves” from the “have not” poor
We must respond to their need.
If they are hungry, feed them,
If thirsty, provide them drink,
If in need of dress, then clothe them.
Be a good neighbor, love them.
Blessings in an airtight jar,
Won’t grace those in poverty.
The Lord’s way is better by far,
Share blessings unselfishly.
Inspired by Mattew 25: 31-46
Here’s your prescription,
a remedy so small.
For worries that weigh heavy,
and pain that beats all.
The ivy of your troubles,
the vines of disarray,
So take another dose,
armor up for today.
It’s a cycle that spirals,
a loop with no end.
The sticky glue of addiction,
a false, fleeting friend.
Euphoria dances,
tempting the mind,
As phantoms of pleasure
leave reason behind.
The rhythm of your heartbeat
caught in charades,
Yet soon will unravel
in the comfort that you’ve made.
Delirium wraps you in silky threads spun,
Woven pieces of madness
blanket all that you’ve done.
Here is your prescription
and a lonely road ahead.
Later dreaming of the moments
you wish you could reset.
Chasing a thirsty dragon
may be hard to slay,
Eating dust from its feet
and choking on the taste.
Here is your prescription,
it’s side effects, I warn.
May you find the relief
you came here looking for.
Johnny sat bored at a swimming parade,
became thirsty watching the retrograde.
Dipped his head in the pool.
but felt like such a fool.
Silly boy thought it was blue Gatorade!
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