Cold

It's so cold outside. My fingers are tingling even with woolen gloves on. In spite of this I want to be here, walking. My dog rushes ahead of me sniffing at every track in the snow. Hoping for prey. What would she do if she caught something, I wonder. The trees are talking to me, groaning and snapping even though there is little wind. Perhaps it's from the frost. The snow is soft and billows up around my feet like a heavy mist. The dog pushes her nose through a drift for the thrill of it. I hold my camera steady and take a picture as the dog waits for me on the next hill.

It's a long way home

The snow covers our tracks now

The dog watches me

Reposted for 

Prompt Nights – Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]

I've chosen the cold without the memories, but the haibun in itself is a memory

so perhaps that will count :-)

Cool

Cool, cool

rush of pain

a red haze in darkness

shadows passing

returning

a song

the ticking of a clock

church bell

memories

cool, cool

rush of wind

pause

wait

there again

whispers

never understood

cool, cool

shadows clinging

leaves rustling

arms encircling

cool, cool

day of the dead

final reckoning

"ellecee"

Written for

Prompt Nights – A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees – Halloween Special [33]

Gone Again

The summer angst is over. What would flower has bloomed; what would be eaten

has been consumed. Cabin dwellers and woodland creatures all happy in their own way. The leaves are magnificent in their dying. The  air crisp as temperatures fall. Gardens are bedded down with a layer of mulch, and bulbs buried to sleep until a new Spring’s blooming. She sits and admires it all, is grateful for all, is faith-filled again, for another season.

Flowers have grown old

Falling petals making mulch

Her pathway follows

"ellecee"

Written for

Prompt Nights – Crunching, Crinkling Autumn swirling in the Breeze – [30]

Invisible

Who left her there?
In a country where
everyone speaks her language
but not to her
Invisible in the crowd
of the living
Against her will
her children suffer
Tears are not a cure
Frustration reigns amid
the chaos left by her
failure to reach out
"They" cannot offer solace
without knowledge
of need
Diagnosis
death



"Ellecee"





Written for Promp Night
When Shades of loss weave with pattern of madness

Routes

To a stranger

she appears lost

seen struggling through

the dense underbrush of

their perceived doubt

she seems confused

out in the open

away from the protection

of supporting friends

she is vulnerable

so they thought

but unknown to them

she has a map

her course is clearly marked

a crooked line highlighted

with a black pen

her destination marked

with a red star

"ellecee"

Reposted for

Prompt Nights – To travel is to take a journey into Yourself – [28]

The Picture

Photo Credit

I see him now

his face an image on the page

this incident which moves us

to yet another stage

of knowing who we are,

no secrets anymore,

thus revealed to me the packaging

of the man I would adore

This man whose gaze directs

itself at me

    in forthright manner just as he

     would be

     In all our interaction large or small

     and all incidents to date

     I can recall

     I move to him somewhat subdued

     He is revealed to me in every mood

     In reality, not fantasy, I am now set

     and thus allow myself not one regret.

     With faith and fortitude we will progress

     and live this story line with smiles

     and much finesse

     with joy and laughter, tears and fun

     we will move together through this run.

"Ellecee"

Written for:

Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format

Note: This is an old poem and I couldn't find the photo it is

describing. But this handsome gentleman will do  :-)

     

Awakening

She hears a child

crying in the night

she lies still, listening

perhaps a cat

mating or fighting

their eerie calls

float in the air

Perhaps the wind

through the old chimney chutes

sighing

An animal

caught in a trap

whimpering

Strange sensations

Her body quivers

There again, there again

The room spins

She reaches out into darkness

Nothing to cling to

Surfacing,

she touches her face

touches tears

"Ellecee"

Written for:

On Popular Demand – Lets gather around for some ghost stories – [8]

Intuition

What is real?

If there is anything at all

it might be found in thoughts

of wishes unfulfilled or

scattered days of old

or a future ready to unfold

and when we are aware if

we are bold

we can always go

and 

make those wishes

 so

"ellecee"

Written for

Prompt Nights – Intuition’s as though we’re seeing with our soul – [25]

Only Dreaming

She is the one haunting
            and the haunted
            the chalice and the wine,
            the lover
            and the beloved,
            the singer and the song
Because he comes to her
                only in dreams
                she feels their roles merge,
                separate, merge again,
                their energy moves, mingles,
                passes away
A spiral downward into an abyss,
                a deep cavern
                echoing with the sounds
                of joy

"ellecee"

Reposted for

Prompt Nights – In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own – [23]

Oblivious

Bluegrass

In this world of illusion

I tread lightly

leaving no footprints

no scent to be picked up

by marauding packs of

coniferous beasts

hungry for conquest

I lie down in tall, sweet

smelling, blue grass and listen

to the sound of the wind

as it moves over my hiding place

touching me gently

like a mother's kiss on

her child's cheek

I lie quietly feeling the

earth beneath me breathing

with an ancient rhythm

a subtle sweet massage

constant and penetrating

I feel safe

protected

oblivious

Ellecee

Reposted for

Prompt Nights - On Popular Demand - The Hidden Realm

Surprise

I am surprised by

the signs of aging

Looking at my hands

I see those of others

who are dead or gone

The signs of withering

the texture of old parchment

no amount of moisture cream

can take away

"ellecee"

Hate

The knives are sharp

and sometimes cut deep

making angry wounds that

heal as ruts in the road

of lives sometimes pieced

together with scotch tape

and hope springs eternal

again and again

as each day dawns

and possibilities abound

for changes to be made

inroads into learning

that although spirit is infinite

the planet

and its relationships

are not

"ellecee"

For Prompt Nights - Hate's a parasite that rots the Soul

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"

Reposted from 2013

for

Prompt Nights – Passion makes the world go round –

Morning

photo credit

Surrounded by the mist of morning

I sit on deck of the "Matthew"

sipping coffee from a tin mug

wrapped in a hand towel to
protect my hands from burning
but thin enough for me to feel
the heat penetrating to the palms
of my hands
I hear the sound of small splashes
as the early birds dive beneath the
bay's surface for their morning meal
and once in awhile their muffled
messages reach me
sweet sounds in the mist
As the boat rocks me like a cradle
I am at peace and unhurried
Until the sun burns away our cover
the bay, the "Matthew", the birds
and me
are content
to be


"ellecee"




Reposted for
Prompt Nights – Summer sets upon earth’s bosom bare –

Rest in Dreams

I rest in dreams

sleep interrupted

by other lives

Sometimes drifting in the ocean

floating calmly on an endless sea

Sometimes lovers catch me out

oh the bliss of limbs entwined

wanton and careless

unmindful of care

Nightmares too

An angry sea engulfs me

carries me away against my will

Yet somewhere in my heart I know

this too, 

a temporary life

and I will be

let go

"ellecee"

for Prompt Nights

Rest in the sweet sauce of labor

Moon Walk

We walk the summer path, hand in hand. The moon is full; it's ancient face peers down at us. Watching. The field around us is luminescent; silhouetted critters scurry as we come near. We are silent; our world is silent; on the precipice of change. It's to be our last night together. You have been deployed.

Silver moon waning

all below is quickening

leaving life to chance

"ellecee"

Inspired by Sanaa at

Prompt Nights