Blurred bushes rush by
Brain bends
Time out far across the fens
A solitary heron flaps
The pterodactyl lazy loads
A flyover of long strokes
Of reed brushes
Eels writhe
A dog trotting
Leaps across the dyke
A wand of estuary birds
Cast up from the land
Coloured sand vast across the morning sky
The power when it comes
Succumb
The trickle of Wicken Fen.
Categories:
wicken, beauty, bird, inspiration, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Oh that I am that just a rock
dirt and dust where am I on
this earth and do I matter this
I must once young once held
power in my hands and arms
oh, I am that I am just dust
a dirt mound once beating
I'm found in the crust of earth
I'm just dirt once moving soil
a boil bones immortalize as
the wind went into my being
I was breathing alive so am I
just there molded by the hands
of a mighty God he breath into
Into my nostrils I stood I arose
I arrived our last this is part of my past
at last not here Northern I am a spirit
molded by clay within the air I breathe
long as I'm alive I live the wind passes
I fall I crumble I'm dead so consuming
is the thought that I am now abandoned
at not now Spirit from Heaven that fell
now I am just an abandoned wicken bone
stone dirt shell and if not repented fully
repented delivered are in my days forever
in hell
9/14/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
wicken, analogy, bereavement, celebration, death,
Form: Epitaph
I spit
I litter
I play my music loud
I swear
I'm bitter
and common to the crowd
I'll hit
and twitter
to share my wit as proud
And sick
and stricken
to bare more when it's shroud
That prick
and plicken
will wear more laughter row'd
When trick
and wicken
will share my problems rawled
Categories:
wicken, abuse, analogy, angst, culture,
Form: Rhyme