there are pine trees down this way
and though tall, their heads bow down
pity for the madness
that painted once this ground
this forest now is quiet
save voices on the wing
but never do these pines forget
the screams upon the wind
half a poem
C. P. Zee
the day turned this way
that way stood no chance
and in a tree the peacock’s strayed
beyond mere happenstance
toward the call of there to hear
the sealions singing tunes
to serenade red panda bears
this sunny afternoon.
5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-seventy-two : mindscape)
a poet walked here
yet all we have are footprints
and still perfection
Found Lines
unstaged dreams
of you each night
desire borne caprice
love does not end
outside the light
such passions never cease
The Girl That Was Not (draft verse one)
she walked not as a spirit
for she could not be a ghost
as her life had not been a life
just thoughts and dreams, at most
an imagined child of imagined love
progeny unrequited, say
who was in half light shadow light
should the world have turned that way.
a memory unfinished
through that avenue of trees
which I have viewed inside my dreams
of a thousand nights or days bygone
I glanced upon you fair of face
framed and painted shadowed lace
set in patterns by the morning sun
Harvest
the deed is done
said the farmer’s son
for the shilling I have spent
he took his hat
and slung the gun
from the ploughshare he had wrent.
lines from the warm dream (poem idea)
they made love in the forest
and to the moss was birthed
a sacred child of humankind
blessed by mother earth
Song
yesterday the clouds held dominion
but not over the sky
never this sky
but in the corners
the darkest corners
of my insecurities
today shone the brightest sun
born of you
and only you
in beams of gold
gilded bold
upon my reveries
Untitled Thought In Verse Form
In my lemon haze
I wonder on the days
when my wonderings have had a darker hue
but it’s really no surprise
that I come to realise
my thoughts were black and white prior to you
the blighters rock 