Launched

 

In January, 1944

the Siege of Leningrad was lifted,

Allied troops bombed Berlin,

the first Victory ship was launched,

and so was she.

Bursted out screaming, pushed by 

haemorrhaging,

Stuck in the womb

they said,

Unable to float for the last month

they said

Swaddled immediately.

To ease the terror

they said 

Mother overwhelmed,

packed for the bleeding,

floating away,

A blessing,

they said

Mother and child survived,

they said

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

27. What goes up but never

 comes down? 
Your age. 🤣 Terrible jokes aside, 

ages and aging make great poetry 

fodder. Write a poem about a specific 

year in your life. It can be an age that 

has passed and is memorable or one 

that’s to come that you may be dreading 

or hope to embrace. / 

Invisible

  

Introverted old lady

Invisible

She doesn’t wear purple

or red hats

Or boss the helpers

at her church

She is a drama queen

incognito

Sometimes she forgets

her teeth

No one notices

Her hair could be

a mess

Who cares?

There’s freedom in being

old and invisible

Like it or not

She is

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

21. Identity politics poetics

write a poem related to how 

perceptions, assumptions or 

cultural “norms” impact you. 

The Sum of all Grief

The sum of all grief 

arrives at the end

of a life

The sum of all

deaths

Siblings,husbands, friends

children

The sum of all 

faculties lost

Hearing, eyesight, balance,

cognitive thinking

The sum of all hope

for recognition, inclusiveness,

new love, empathy

The sum of all pain

physical, emotional, visual

The sum of all desires

a lifetime of them

met and unmet

These and more

always present in

her mind

The sums of a lifetime

the sum of all grief

Ellecee

Day 23 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt: The Sum of all Grief
From: TP_Poetry

Remembrance Day

 

The world wars

She doesn’t remember them

But she is not without empathy

The eulogies move her

Her wars were different

Fights for self-hood

Battles fought on so-called

Neutral ground

Nothing - no one -

Is neutral

We think we are

It’s an illusion

She stood her ground

Though knocked about

At times -  without mercy

Battles won and lost

She has escaped into old age

Now the battle fields

Lie fallow

And so does she

Ellecee 

 

I say, They say, You say

 

Written for NaProWriMo 2021 ~ Day 18

Posted to Instagram on April 18, 2021

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”

In response to today’s prompt at


Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

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