Heat

I remember

more heat than cold

steaming days at 40c

swollen rivers, mist rising,

the heady scent of flowers

birds gathering

cooing

wrinkled sheets

"ellecee

On The Todd

If by some feat or miracle
I was given a day off
in the middle of the week
Would I sleep late, nestled
with you under cover of a
single cotton sheet
my front cool from the breeze
through the open window
my back hot from the exchange
of our bodies' heat
back to front

Or would I leave you as usual
and walk, not to work, but
instead follow along the dry
river bed, finding myself a cool
grass cushion under the shade
of an old wizened tree
and there take my pen and paper
and trace our body angles and
our uneven breath in phrases
floating across the page


Our unspoken wishes appearing as
small strokes and short lines
which turn eventually to a fine dust
like the ashes left after
a fire has died




"ellecee"

Returning

I have run amuck

in days unladen

with inspiration

Duty called my feet

to walk in old tracks

riddled with fresh

angst

I stopped

to listen

and

there was the voice

of reason

calling me

home

"ellecee"

Earth Day

"ellecee"

How sweet these moments in nature be

that give such pleasure to you and me
In the rush and energy of daily life
they allow us respite from any strife
or simply show us nature's beauty
during moments we are spared from duty

be it swan families walking in a row
 a mother duck swimming with babies in tow

flowers growing by a lane

watching birds through the window pane

feeling the earth breathe under bare feet

eating wild strawberries for a treat

a special gift to have the chance
to feel sweet moments of

life's romance.

"ellecee" 

NaPoWriMo #21

Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Open Link Monday

Lunes

Moon as umbrella

a new thought

leading me astray

As the sense of you

behind doors

on memory lane

"ellecee"

NaPoWriMo #21

Grace over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

challenged us today is to write a new lune poem either using the following:

Kelly Lune -Three lines containing a syllabic count of 5-3-5 (thirteen syllables).

Collom Lune -Three lines containing a word count of 3-5-3 (eleven words).

One

I melt into you

or is it you into me?

No matter the geography

we are blended

our worlds

one

"ellecee"

NaPoWriMo #19

Izy from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

challenged us to

" Go now and bring back something shiny and unexpected, bring on the melting."

Grandma’s Quotes

“You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink”

“You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear”

These are the sort of things
my Grandma used to say
when I might be unhappy
on any given day

Some days when I had lost at love
and felt my life was over
she'd say, “there's always more than one
shamrock in a field of clover”

So dry your tears and rest your fears
and get up off that bed
pinch your cheeks and give a smile
there's nothing to be dread

“Tomorrow is another day”
another chance for growing
and guys get a real rush
to see a gal's complexion glowing

“A rolling stone gathers no moss”
so get yourself into action
knowing you are on the move
will give you satisfaction

So up I'd get and pinch my cheeks
and paste on a pretty smile
wear my best blouse and snappy skirt
and walk up town awhile

I’d think of all those things she said
her quotes for every occasion
and they would keep me on

the straight and narrow
without a lot of persuasion.

"ellecee"

NaPoWriMo #18

This challenge comes from Susie over at Imaginary Gardens with Read Toads

Today I want you to write the words to bring light into your own life or that of another. Whatever the struggle bring the verses to lift the spirit.

Where is Our Spring

Where is our Spring?

The sunshine and the falling rain

Where is our Spring?

The touch of warmth that it will bring

the tulips blooming near the lane

the smell of blossoms here again

Where is our Spring?

"ellecee"

NaPoWriMo, # 16

Our  challenge for today from Marian, at Ordinary Garden with Real Toads

is to pick one, the roundel or the rondelet, and write one! 

Girl with Flowers

Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

Your eyes beguile me

promises beyond belief

flowers to be picked

"ellecee"

Challenged by Hedgwitch 

at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

"to write from any one of Sorolla's paintings, employing their favorite of the many short forms"

NaPoWriMo #14

A Senryu, 

NaPoWriMo #13

Over indulgence
a habit to forfeit
We can't save up
sustenance
as the bears do
energy to use later
Everything stays
and sometimes grows
into great
lumps and bumps
If we stop eating
we die
slowly
but surely
lumps
intact



"ellecee"





Challenged by lolamouse at 
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

To write a poem of the ordinary but give it a Collins-ish twist.

Rankin Inlet

"Where are you going?"
"For a walk,,,just to see"

Silence
the dogs are
sleeping
on top of their
houses
It is spring
after all
No person stirs
even the wind
is mellow
subdued
All activity is
behind closed doors
Families
no doubt
at breakfast
Babies crying
to be nursed
Elders still groggy
from yesterday's
trip
out on
the land
The moon still
shows
as a
pale imitation
of itself
The only sound
my footsteps
on gravel
An occasional
bird song
A message
a warning
into the emptiness
and beyond

"what did you see?"
"the dogs are back"
"good stuff"



"ellecee"

Destinations and Dialogue

Challenged by Herotomost
at Imaginary Garden with real Toads


NaPoWriMo Day 11

 

A Missed Engagement

She:  you lied to me in September

He:   my dear I don't remember

She:  you said we would wed in spring

He:    I don't remember a thing

She:   you promised our love forever

He:    now that would be an endeavor

She:   are you mocking me now, kind Sir?

He:    no, my mind's a bit of a blur

She:   then you never meant a word

He:    I'm sorry, this is absurd

She:   then leave me now, you swine

He:    madame, the pleasure is mine




"ellecee"




Izy's Challenge - A document for discussion


NaPoWriMo #10

Entwined

Entwined

we both smile

you bite

with a gentle edge

I entangle myself

and squeeze.

My smooth

serpentine limbs

glide over your

crocodilian bony plates

slowly

slowly

in

love's

death grip

"ellecee"

 Words Count With Mama Zen, 
inspired by the scientific illustrations of
 Maria Sibylla Merian. 


NaPoWriMo, Day 9

For Rodriguez

“Silver magic ships you carry”
even when you were unknown
You wrote the words that many
adopted as their own

Your story of redemption
strikes a chord, cutting deep,
Open wounds that might have festered
healed by words you would repeat

Lost but not forgotten
by those who really heard
They would search for you forever
hanging fast to every word

“Sugar man you’re the answer”
that shows life can rebound
when the message isn’t wasted
but continues to compound


"ellecee"

NAPOWRIMO DAY  FOUR

Imagined By Marian

"Last Call for Sin

"Last call for sin"

grabbing courage from a can

to late to be anything

but yourself

worthless as that may

seem to be

who's gonna help

you out

when doing that would

bring them down

to late

wasted words

you're on your own

 man 

your hole

you dig?

"ellecee"

NAPOWRIMO DAY  four

Imagined by: Isadora Gruye

IF

NaPoWriMo DayThree

Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Existentialism

If

it doesn’t matter

then it doesn’t matter

who I choose to love

above all others in this

here and now

Or that I choose a narrow path

and not get lost in magnitude

If

it doesn’t matter

then it doesn’t matter

that I choose to hear the canary’s song

and not  the vulture’s groan

I can accept the fault as mine

if tears instead of smiles abound

I alone choose

to make or break

to love or hate

to share or hoard

all at my own accord

If

it doesn’t matter

then it doesn’t matter

that there is no special

world beyond this present one

when all of this

is said and done

“ellecee”

Who's Sorry Now

Through the looking glass

onto the stage

mic in hand

belting out the

Connie Francis song

age fourteen

pretending nineteen

lusting for life

naivete

without a parachute

who's sorry now

"ellecee"

For

imaginary garden with real toads

Time Warp - 1958

Mist

What remains

ethereal about the

mist

the soft moisture

left

from a casual

kiss

"ellecee"

Ghosts

You are
familier
to me
we are
ghosts
from another
time
ancient memories
surface
long forgotten
sensations
hands on hands
arms and bodies
entwined
a passionate
embrace
breathing in
our essence
exhaling
heat
that touches
our bodies
a desert
breeze
we have been
entwined
before
this I
understand
deep
deep
within me
lies a
memory
of you
as you
so
familiar




"ellecee

Good As It Gets

It's as good as it gets

don't have sweats

so it's gonna rain

don't complain

sit by the fire 

and drink champagne

It's as good as it gets

give up the frets

love  is everywhere

stop and stare

see those two kissing

is there some thing your missing?

get out there and find it

put yourself behind it

It's as good as it gets

hedge those bets

the sun will come out

then we'll all shout

and run all about

and

play in the sand

life's so grand

It's as good as it gets

dry those tears

wrap those fears

shift those gears

and

make life dance

now's your chance

It's as good as it gets

soon one forgets

so

just a few lines

like a nursery rhyme

not to heady

but get yourself ready

cause life's just fine

most of the time

It's as good as it gets

joy begets

so no regrets

"ellecee"

WHO

Who?

Who?

Was it you?

I want to pound

the earth

I scream

Was it you?

What was it?

What did you do?

Cause doubt?

Steal a life?

Cause a fault

in the fabric

that is me?

An intense

secret

pleasure

for you

A loss

forever

for me.

"ellecee"

Escape

There is nothing like a double vodka,

or a toke, or a pinch of coke,

to smooth out the jagged edge

To bring to mind the phantom friends

(again)

to make them mellow, all amends,

sins forgiven, every one

There is nothing like a double vodka,

or a toke, or a pinch of coke,

to make the scalpel keen

so that when it cuts her flesh

(again)

she never feels the wound

"ellecee"

Nostalgia

Nostalgia can burn
we quickly learn
when life's injustice
we discern
we long to return
to former days
when it seemed life
had much better ways
But unless we walk
in other's shoes
we really aren't armored
with any clues
as to why their life
turned out that way
and the answer to why
they've gone astray
so give the "ciggy"
if you must
say the "good evening"
which is welcome I trust
but don't take their pain
away with you
unless there's something
you know you can do
'cause each of us has
a cross to bear
and the other guy
doesn't know why it's there
Just do your best to
have compassion
and do what you can in
an ample fashion
and life will continue
the way it should
not everything needs to
be understood.



“ellecee”

Thorns

Innocent

I draw close to you

Ouch! thorny

"ellecee"

Old Tears

She is crying over something

Metaphorically speaking

She can taste the salt
of unshed tears

She is five years old
and someone has stolen
the piece of chocolate
from under her pillow

She is fifteen years old
and someone is making out
with her lover
on the back seat of
her brother's car

She is thirty years old
and her husband
has fallen in love with
the pretty little blond
next door

and so it goes

She is fifty-five years old
and she hasn't any idea
what these tears are for

and she doesn't want
to know
either





"ellecee"

The Veteran

She is
thinking of him
the veteran

relic
of many
shooting wars

the man who is
tall enough
strong enough
erect enough
lean enough

the man with
large hands
made gentle
when
loving

the man whose
mouth thirsts
for scotch
and rum

and

sometimes

for her





"Ellecee"

About Love

I often
wonder
what I will
remember most
when all is said
and done
About love
I mean
in general
and about you
in particular
The anger,
the frustration
that seemed
constant
The never ending
need
The mad emotions
that fuelled
a life
running on
empty.

Or will it be
the words
all the
beautiful
words
in all the poems
written on bits
of paper
Fading now
difficult to read
Needing to be
rescued
so that they will
live
forever
burned onto
CD's




"ellecee"

Frenetic Two

Oh frenetic two

where are you?

Flown away out

into the wilderness

of blue

T'would be such

a rich sorrow

in some distant

tomorrow

to hang once again

on such

a sweet rack

of pain.

"ellecee"

An excerpt from :Her Story by Ellecee

This Old House

(a self-portrait)

This old house

creaks

under

the weight

of her

history

Shivers when

the winter

winds

blow through

her

rafters

Sighs on balmy

nights when

the light

from

glistening stars

shines

through her

skylight

The latest

edifice

added to

improve her

image

A bright

halo

for a

withering

queen

But still

and all

she

represents

something

A remnant

from a time

when

stability

and character

mattered

She is

looked upon

as an

icon

representing

better

times

She bares 

a plaque

that

says

"Heritage House"

She is

not allowed

to be

demolished

"ellecee"

A Friend's Haiku

Striker is a poet from Perth, Western Australia, who particularly enjoys writing Haiku.

Here is a link to his page on this blog and some recent writing,,,

Enjoy,,,,

Striker

Golden striped ceiling

dark around the exterior

golden orb rising.


Sat in silence

thinking of past adventures

awaiting thermals.
 


Fence sitting early

another golden dawning


heading home in awe.

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