Thursday, January 31, 2013

Small Stone #31







Winds are high
the snow melts away
a false Spring



"ellecee"








I've enjoyed this January challenge very much,,it has encouraged mindfulness of ordinary things,,,,

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Monday, January 28, 2013

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Small Stone #26






Shining glass mirrors
reflect the essence of you
behind the closed door



"ellecee"



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Friday, January 25, 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

A Man




She tolerated his
"Export A" kisses
His inept fingers
on her inner thigh,
and all the
various and sundry
inaction
which he described
as
making love;
because she knew
that
he had been
a man
once




"ellecee"

He is Growing on Her



He is
growing on her
In the morning
when she rises
to gaze at
her a.m. face
she sees a film
growing there
a fine fuzz
covers her cheeks
her ears
her chin;
moss
new
and soft
It possesses her
and will
move downward
no doubt
and cling to
shoulders,
breasts,
and such,
her warm
blanket
for all
the cold nights
that follow
germination
time





"ellecee"


Small Stone #24








Chickadee
sighting brings pleasure
Nature's gifts






"ellecee"

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Monday, January 21, 2013

Hello and Goodbye


From his latest discovery pad
he launches rockets
of excitement toward
a known destination
Filled to the brim with himself
he is flying toward
lost participation, regained,
lost friendship, reframed,
just for him
From her observation deck
she watches in awe and angst
seeing his rockets lighting up
the sky and filling her landscape
with a kaleidoscope of colour
not for her
In the aftermath she searches
for the answers to old questions
but there are none
she can only remain the
conscientious observer of
her own fate
she is armed against the inevitable
alone
His rockets have struck accurately
on target, and he relaxes in the
knowledge of reversed rejection
and a certain retributive justice
which flavours his day
with bright ideas
as he contemplates
the pleasures of
new alliances
he is not
alone



"ellecee"





Small Stone #21








Molly runs
happy to be free
Town restricts






"ellecee"

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Small Stone #19

Laughter and secrets
Visiting with my sister
Too soon gone


"Ellecee"
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Deep Hollow Rd Canada

Friday, January 18, 2013

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Scents



Throughout the house
there are the scents
of things
robust or faint
old with new
comings and goings
not always mixing well
yet always present
reminding me of the
here and now
as well as
the dead
and gone




"elleceee"

Small Stone #16




Crunch on snow
woodpecker knocking
Solitude






"ellecee"

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Monday, January 14, 2013

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Small Stone #13






A grey morning
yet I sense colour
The woods win







"ellecee"



Note: I accidentally deleted my Small Stone #12 - I want to thank Grace and Dulcina for commenting if you drop by.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Wilderness


The wilderness
calls to me
the ancient
spaces
I have never
 seen

The ones I
have encountered
by accident
in the beginning,
later, by design

The smell of
burnt bush on
the desert floor

The sight of
the tundra
in spring

A moving field
of tinted grass
the colour of
gold nuggets

And I ask myself
a question
about you and I
and our
ever present
fascination
with one another

Drawn to the
wilderness
of our differences
dry as a desert,
fragrant as
arctic tundra

Opposites
yearning to be
unopposed



"ellecee"




Corporal Knowledge



Corporal knowledge,
the bitter taste of
sacrificial wine
the Eucharist
of love
Blasphemy!!!
you say.
Not so
Not so say
the many
who find
in the body
of their
beloved
the elixir
of life




"ellecee"

Small Stone #11







Solar lights on snow
a warm feeling memory
home sweet home




"ellecee"







Monday, January 7, 2013

While You're Away




While you’re away
I want to write you a letter
and tell you how it is
How I am
keeping busy at work
and I go to the pub
on Friday night
I clean the house
on Saturday
do laundry
I read 
most of Sunday
sitting up in bed
mug of coffee handy
I start over 
in the new week
Sometimes I 
go to a movie
on Wednesday night
chick flick
I cry 
during the sad parts
and
I want to write you a letter
to tell you how it is




"ellecee"



The Last Romance




the last
romance
came by chance
the next
they say
could be far away
beyond years
beyond fears
beyond tears

maybe it’s just me
who can’t see
beyond the surface
maybe it’s just me
who can’t see
a lot of purpose
maybe it’s just me
out on a limb
with 
the Brothers Grimm

not to go back
no, not that.

to go forward
with style
perhaps
 a smile
across the abyss

something
like
this 



"ellecee"

Alas! he was the one!



Alas! he was the one
Who came when loss had just begun
He filled the gaps with sweet refrains
Made flowers out of dead remains
We laughed and cried and sang of love
I the hand and he the glove
I sprouted wings and flew so high
There was nothing I wouldn’t try
And then one day he went away
Leaving me in disarray
I was crippled, I fell to earth,
Questioned daily what it was worth
I settled for memories as the prize
That only he could realize
Alas! he was the one
My helpless heart could not outrun.
"ellecee"

Note: This poem was written in March last year in response to a challenge given by Leo of "I Rhyme Without Reason" on his Facebook pages.