a stunning juxtaposition
the snows of June
days away from july
a blanking of thickened climatation
the something that is in the middle
the arrival of summer bought snow
werest the snows of winter
a summertime spectacle
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"the thickened blanketed
snowy climation"
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A poetic
metaphorical expression
describing an unnatural,
unseasonable return of
winter conditions during
the early summer.
It evokes the visual image
of a thick, insulating layer
of snow settling
on the summer landscape
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Feeling herself she drifts
but nothing like yesterday
while she was young-
she screams at the door
to nobody on the other side
but she feels heard-
so she slowly dies in her anger
and comes alive on the nights where she has nothing to spare
digs a hole so deep
but never deep enough to be found
we call that blood mercy
when youre unseasonable
and unwanted
for the world
with blue hands
she knows nothing is how it seems
govern by lunatics
no better than she-
sleeps with her head on a rock
and her side on a pillow
so she always knows
permanent things you are ungrateful for
your child bears weak arms
so you cut them off
is this love?
bloody mercy
meanwhile my Haitian Dreams
drive the moon to insanity
as I linger in my death bed
they shout
"Tu es inops!"
"Prepare yourself! Quickly does the river flow!"
I should've listened.
after winters spring
snow unseasonable, warmth
nine-inches of snow
~
unfetterable
it was mid February
3 and a half weeks
~
of summer hot temps
it was mid February
nine-inches of snow
2/22/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
You may think that caffeine is one of those things.
Taps on your shoulder, feels like goop.
But every once in a while you get tangled in seaweed.
Become a seaweed monster.
You might not know that the cameras could descend at any time.
Eat the garbage that got scattered around.
And the cameras will see you as if they are real people.
Letting go like a bite of candy that is unexpectedly crunchy.
I have tangled feelings in the doorknobs of my house.
And extended periods of the fans being on in the winter.
You may think that caffeine is one of those things.
That makes you eat dust like carpet fibers.
But you don’t eat dust anymore.
No coffee mug with stains on it exists.
Just collapses in my mind.
Like the seasons wreck me.
Then fall came around.
And a seaweed monster is unseasonable for now.
Whew…
There is no such thing as caffeine or bad things.
Shaking but it’s not caffeine.
It’s just winter, we don’t know how months became months.
I don’t drink coffee anymore.
I don’t think I ever knew how.
the air of our quiet breathing
the bower bounce on which to live
outlasting all the blooms and bells of time
sweet to inhale in fresh woods and on sunflower hills
in an ever-changing dance
come ruins of unseasonable change
from bending heat
from lightning strikes
to flame the forests
particle showers like white fire singed
twinning thin air with a polluted cling
overhanging smoke
for cities in a gray-grind swim
just an environmental blip say some
not the change that threatens human kind
this smoke field as vast as all the world's disorder
what's salvageable?
a will to cherish crystal air that skims our wings
like a New Year's revel
soulful comfort
were we wiser once?
before fire choked the passing clouds
before the cauldron bubbled
the air
atmospheric anchor
vessel of our calling
imperiled necessity
once floating idealism
the changing sails of what we own
Satellite dishes are blown apart
in the wind.
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
but her smile is bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and windows.
On a plasma screen
death strikes us with a toothy banality.
The weather girl is now flapping her arms,
like a goose being sucked through a funnel cloud
of ever widening platitudes.
I don't know why some people die
in bad weather and some survive.
I can only predict
that weather girls will - in any season
appear in unseasonable frocks
and then honk at us.
UNSEASONABLE
walking in warm Fall leaves
pitter patter of raindrops ~
opening blossoms
11/8/2017
WATER DOWN LEAVES
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Until hands shiver, and lips are glossed a balmy-blue ~
Where every oak and maple leaf turns conspicuously old.
Green leaves, lavished in the summer of love, unfold
A windfall, of resplendent uproarious hues!
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold.
Forget the wrinkle cream, boxes of botox sold.
Live for the weathered, rapturous arctic-cruise,
Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old.
The waterfall season, in serried spread, crisp and bold.
The aged, with timely wisdom, impress the new.
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold.
Children will jump into the latent cauldron of gold,**
After the temperature’s whisked, into a heavenly brew,
Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old.
Unseasonable warmth, will not withhold!
Skyward eyes plead an eventual breakthrough.
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Where every oak and maple leaf, turns, conspicuously old.
10/19/2017
Brian Strand’s Contest No 350
1st Place
*Balmy - Crazy
**Cauldron - Intensity of emotions
Not unseasonable in its arrival,
Not untimely in this place,
Not unfortunate in appearance,
Not unguarded in the race.
Socrates and Shakespeare brought a language
Only experience can understand,
Flowing phrases, stories bounding
As if guided by a hand.
Bach and Handel raised a note,
To communicate and then,
It took Beethoven to complete the cycle
Almost on a whim!
Genius lacks the sensibility
To engage the common thought,
But connects us all so deeply,
Does not really lack for nought.
They warm,
midwinter’s summer days.
And,
by thinning blood in thickening veins,
for lustful and immodest reasons,
cause men to think,
against god’s odds,
they’ve managed to reverse the seasons.
We dumb-arsed, head-f***ed, simple sods.
Unmanly; unsightly; unskilled
Unsociable; unsophisticated
Jerk; unruly
And hurt and bruised
Unmanly; unsound
But, unselfish in unseasonable weather
Of warmth, sky clear
Unmistakably; unlikely
Too be unusually calm
In a untouchable manor
And then-unmanly; unruly; jerk.
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