A poem for Thursday.

Now that it is warming up, I miss NH and it’s cool fall. This poem goes back 28 years…YIKES!

August

How I long for autumn

Sweet ambience…

fiery skies,

dazzle my eyes.

 

Summer still holds you close

with blistery heat at most.

But a few cool days,

is having your way.

For autumn always follows

migrations of swallows.

 

if I look real close,

your leaves brown at the edges…

the winds follow your pledges,

and knock down a few early.

 

How I long for your sweet scent…

early nights…

time well spent.

Dreaming of your return…

How I long for autumn.

 

LEE    8-19-92

 

 

A word and a few poems

The Word? Everywhere!

 

As an up-coming poet, what do we really want from our poems? Is it recognition? Do we feel like someone may really relate, making us feel known? Maybe just a hobby? Whichever or whatever it is… we need that poem to be seen! Take a look at this quarterly poetry reader. SUBMIT. You will be seen. We have undergone a transition and are now posting weekly or a bit more. All entries will get viewed unless inappropriate. Give it a try. You own your copyright! Always.

 

Here are the poems: These are from my work ” Hazes” which is free with the click on the right. Suitable for a rainy day!

 

HAZES 25

QUEEN OF THE FOREST

I have upset the Queen of the forest
Her wrath is kindled against me
She has sent messengers to relate this to me…
because of her anger.
The skies have blackened…
death stalks me…
but I am elusive…
and to imagine…
the Prince is my son…
but he doesn’t know of me…
thus her despising me…
I refused her to tell…
this is my option in this fabricated world.
For I am not the King…
only a lowly court composer…
who writes love songs to the Queen in her chambers…
when the King is off onto the hunt.
He looks like his mother…
thus saving my life.

 

 

HAZES 26 

DREAMS
I have dreamt of the woods
Being among the forest
Golden visions
I could thrive here
The short-lived dramas
Our fantasy worlds
Becoming each other
Not wanting to
I awake in the middle of the night
Feel the wind on my face
I am forced to relent
It is just too revealing
These thoughts come in all seasons
Nostalgia can be overwhelming
And it is amazing
I would rather live in that

A poem for Tuesday: The Jealousy of the Moon.

In 1998 I released a piano solo by the same title on my second album ” The Poet’s Dream”. I wrote the poem in 1992 and the song started it’s journey soon after. I wrote it over a year’s time and didn’t write the intro until the actual recording itself! Crazy! I have played this song for 20 plus years in concerts halls all over. Here is a link to the song: “The Jealousy of the Moon”   I have no idea where the cover pic came from. Youtube is confused. LOL

 

Now the poem:

HAZES 15

 

 

THE JEALOUSY OF THE MOON

 

 

The moon leaks down her amber glow

ruling the night she knows.

She sees the significance of the sun

and the power he has won.

 

In insane jealousy,

she changes the tides

causes women terrible pain

monthly strides.

 

Without the sun,

she cannot shine at night

because she has no light of her own.

This makes her jealous.

Besides, most people are awake in the day

to see the sun in his brilliance

while most everyone sleeps when she comes out.

She is lonely and becomes jealous.

But cunning is the moon,

chanting recompense

ruling the night.

She is unmatched in her influence.

Darkness her favor…

Jealousy her power…

Seasons befall her changes…

Petty revenge.

A poem for Saturday.

Lazy Day…thinking of poetry. Here is one from the early 2000’s called ” Depression” A strange symbolic form I use now and then.

 

 

DEPRESSION

 

 

Would you recognize death…

if he introduced himself?

Would you recite meaningless remarks at his passing?

Do you think you would ask him in for a spell of conversation?

Do you think you would want to know what he has to say?

I bet not.

Would you ask him to leave even if he refused?

Try to force him maybe?

Do you think you have more power or wisdom than He?

I bet not.

Although…you do have life…

which he is covetous of…

and he is dead..

but not to himself…

this is what makes his job so enjoyable.

 

So…

 

would  you recognize death…

if he came for you?

Would you welcome him or…

offer him something else to appease his hunger…

you know…

 

like depression or something?