Monday, April 29, 2019

Why ask?



Why ask the questions?
Am I ready to accept the answers?
What if I discover I’ve been wrong all along?
What if there is no respite in the end?
What if love is really a fantasy?
What if DNA is a lie?
Is it merely a construct built by engaging minds?
Can we really trace who we are?
Or are not?
Do we care?
Aren’t we all in “it” together anyway?



"Ellecee"



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A note:

I want to say to each and everyone I have shared this month of poetry with

Thank You!

Although I didn't manage 30 poems, I enjoyed sharing this time with you.

Your poetry inspires me 

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Ghosts



It is daylight
but they’re here
whispering platitudes
in my ear

Their spindly fingers
touching my hair
My spine tingles
hard to bear

I quicken steps
my heart to ease
but they hang tight
I feel the squeeze

Please be gone
please leave me now
go quench your thirsts
on another’s brow

No
Wait
be calm 

Have some compassion
these touches they steal
are
their  daily ration


“Ellecee”

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Saturday, April 20, 2019

Spring Haiku



Today lilies bloom
Petals open to the sun
A symbol of faith





spring arrived slowly
despite late frost sprouts push up
determined to bloom 





I question the trees
So bountiful on our path
but the ferns respond




“Ellecee”



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Friday, April 19, 2019

DNA




What is the vocabulary of miracles?
coincidence
synchronicity
come by chance
What stars align to bring
the unbelievable about
What mystery is this
Too many questions, too few answers,
and so
it is enough that they are here
Two flowers in full bloom
Two blended hearts
who were
unaware of sharing
a particle
of
me


“Ellecee”



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Thursday, April 18, 2019

Bells

“The temple bell stops but I still here the sound coming out of the flowers”
Matsue Basho





Her bells toll
In the temple
that is her body
The sounds echo
in her bones
Memories
 both wonderful and profane
in equal measure
Lest she forget




“Ellecee”




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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Poetry is






Poetry is bone
Pieces of a skeleton
Each one a story
yearning to be heard
The poet breathes life
into bones
Words to be 
spoken
heard
preserved
Each borrowed from
a moment in time
Creating
history



“Ellecee”





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Monday, April 15, 2019

The End




I awoke bereft. Something or someone had died. I struggled to remember who or what it was. There was a breeze outside; the curtains were fan tailing into the room. Gently, all the way in, all the way back.  The house seemed very quiet, I heard none of the usual morning sounds. I didn’t want to remember. We had quarreled about something insignificant. I threw his precious paperweight and it had broken. It shattered before our eyes and we were shocked into silence. But not remorse. “take no prisoners” came into my mind. No turning back.

Rage accosts the soul
overwhelming the senses
as illusions fall


"ellecee"






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Sunday, April 14, 2019

Davie Street





I recall the lights flickering
shadows taking up the street
muted sounds proliferate

a couple silently strolling
the narrow walk
replete from frolicking
yearning for respite
between cool sheets

The old man stands watching,
still awake,
courting memories of his own

The bar maids departing the pubs
some with fantasies in tow, some not
The chef has done his best
the kitchen rests

Someone stands within a shop window
the manikins must be dressed
Seeing this the tipsy young men laugh
having had a better touch than this

Why was he walking his dog so late
Or is he beginning while others finish

Dark giving way to dawn
on Davie Street



"ellecee"




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Saturday, April 13, 2019

Wallflower






The perks of being a wallflower
hiding where the wild things are
 able to suck up their mania
and never have to fall
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
but I remain
having sponged enough chicanery
for one hundred years
of solitude



"ellecee"








Book Titles
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Where the Wild Things Are
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
One Hundred Years of Solitude

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Friday, April 12, 2019

Happy Hour






Having a Guinness
thinking of him
wish he was here
and not just a whim

We'd get mellow
which a chat and a drink
he'd give me a peck
people would blink

Then with decorum
we'd continue our talk
Later on
we'd go for a walk

Over to my place 
it's not very far
we'd look at the moon
and perhaps see a star

On, damn, I'm rambling
lost in my dream
my heart filled with yearnings
a familiar scheme

Other patrons are smiling
and wishing me well
curious they are
this I can tell

I return their smiles
and continue to write
they'd never guess
this non-lover's plight

Longing for someone
who won't look  my way
impatiently waiting
for some future day

When we join together
with joy and with bliss
Nothing would ever
be better than this

So I savour my Guinness
and thinks he's a fool
He doesn't know what he's missing
now  that's just plain cruel



"Ellecee"



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Thursday, April 11, 2019

Who do you need, Nobody

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"Who do you need, nobody"




Your are strong
"they" say
invincible, possibly,
you can cut down trees,
split wood,
build open fires
against nighttime cold
You sit alone at supper
a self-cooked meal
with a single glass of
home-brewed wine
You count your memories
pearls on a string
smooth and white,
 each one
a solitary thing
You take to your bed
awaiting your dreams
Who do you need?
Nobody




"ellecee"



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Tuesday, April 9, 2019

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 can come 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"

   



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Monday, April 8, 2019

Caught








She has me by my hind leg
she pulls with determination and grit
she means to pull me up with strength
I meant to lead her down with guile
Her pleasure to imprison me
my terror this should come to be
And thus our fears are intertwined
both fearful of a brackish fate
She wants to stay above the ground
I struggle to be underneath




"ellecee"




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Sunday, April 7, 2019

Gallentry




You followed all the rules
with such finesse
The flowers given, doors opened,
drops recovered, elbow held,
kisses requested
I was overwhelmed
suspicious of such gallantry
from one who
laughed loudly at racist jokes
and kicked begging bowls



"ellecee"




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Saturday, April 6, 2019

Sacrifice





How peaceful I feel
the stars my umbrella
the moon my faithful guide

I being one who is able
to contemplate this
whistful scene

Not so for some siblings
lost to the bellies
of owls and wolves

Guardian of this space
spare me 
that sacrifice




"ellecee"


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Friday, April 5, 2019

Thwarted


You came to me
a gallant muse
no expectations
of a ruse

We wined and dined
made love 'til dawn
other suitors woebegone

at the alter
we spoke our vow
our very lives
we did endow

And when we kissed
our joy complete
a woeful toad
fell at my feet




"ellecee"






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from

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Thursday, April 4, 2019

Winter Olympics



Too high to see anyone
and talk about the winter
Olympics or how much 
snow has fallen in the
Maritimes this year

she sits at the sports bar
and drinks Guinness,
relaxes and lets her mind
trace outlines throughout
her body encircling the
scars where her senses
have come to life again.
She waits for the old,
 resurfaced,
pain to subside

It’s an effort not to cry
the tears are right 
there, She can feel her
eyes coated with moisture
The bar maid must be
thinking, “she’s high on
something”

Or maybe just pathetic
and too old for this sort of
nonsense, she probably
thinks, “it will never
happen to me”

As if passion stops at
55, punch the time clock
and your card’s rejected, no
overtime allowed.

The second Guinness helps
She starts to watch the big screen
Olympic snowboarding
Wow, would you look at
that! He lifts off, spins in
the air, lands dead on and
finishes with a flourish,
snow flying around his feet

38.9 seconds
Is that a record, do you think?



“ellecee”


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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Night Light







The night-light
filters through the
tiny openings in
the window shade
forming intricate
patterns on the wall
within

I lie on my bed and
contemplate the
beauty of
small things

The art of awareness
as a slow dance
over time

Sifting through all
of life’s events
to find the

memories
that endure.



"ellecee"




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Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Blank Pages




I lie here
on the blank page where you left me
Alone
Useless without your fingers, 
your hand,
moving me;
bringing something adequate
to life.
This living undiscerned by me
until the deed is done,
and I am alone 
again,
lying
on a
blank page.




"ellecee"




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Monday, April 1, 2019

Hold Out




I resist, to no avail,
this coming of a new age
again and again

Baby boomers
Generation X
Millennials
Me too

The politically correct
that changes daily
leaving  me adrift
in a sea of
perplexity

My body, too, 
unable to fend off
the inevitable
decline
into  the “golden age”

“Resistance is futile”

I smile

 and

hold out





“ellecee”


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