A New Day Is Born

A silvered whisper caressed an old deer
path in a woodland then faded into shadows as
the night was transformed into the morning as
the sun edging slowly over the mountain
shinned its golden rays onto meadows where
softly flowing streams awaited. Then far way in
an ocean, the last greyish ray of moonlight
skipped across the incoming tide filled with
briny whispers as an apricot-coloured thread
draped over the sand dunes, unraveling time as
it approached. Then the tiny flame of morning,
flickered into being, and dreams were
swallowed up by a yawn.

The Night’s Beginning

As the evening neared, I listened to the lonely
frogs croaking in a tiny pond: They seemed to
be serenading the moon. As the day slowly
whispered into shadows, and the night began its
dark tour of duty to protect the hours from
crumbling, I retired for the evening.

Stars, those tiny sparkling lanterns, were
penetrating the sky. The breeze was balmy and
soft, the country road silent, and night birds
were singing softly. As the clock chimed twelve,
the day vanished into the night and the moon
became a mere glowing silver orb bouncing
against the crimson horizon.

I watched the last hours of the day vanishing
into silence, as the stars gazing from millions of
light years away, were splashing in the sky. I
waited for the night’s long hours to cover me,
and as my breath mellowed, I faded into sleep,
and memories turned into dreams.

So Much Forgotten

Fading visions of borrowed prayers, forgotten
truths, and the faint quivering images of all my
yesterdays floated inside luminous clouds like
butterflies flitting in the breeze. Then as they
merged with lonely songs of night birds, stars,
flickering like Chinese lanterns, dimly glowed
through dreams of whispering voices, and
everything vanished into the past.

James has published five collections of poetry, and over 1850 poems in scores of national and international publications, such as The Ink Pantry, Sparks of Calliope, Nebo, Miller’s Pond, Penwood Review,  Front Porch, London Grip, Minetta, The American Aesthetic, El Porto, Badlands Journal, Sparks of Calliope, and hundreds of others. He was twice nominated for The Best of The Net award, and four times for a Pushcart award, and was the featured poet, of the month in literary magazines, eleven times.  He earned his doctorate from BYU and his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University.

You can find more of James’ work here on Ink Pantry.