Day at the Beach

 

Safety swim shoes and sandals

Walking on the beach,

Some eel grass,  

beautiful,

vivid green,

sharp as a needle,

Bites without warning,

Over there, beyond the bluff,

we used to live,

years ago.

Snow ball trees bloomed,

Toboggans skimmed the icy shoreline,

Frozen cream lifted milk bottle caps,

Wood smoked,

Memories usually evaded

for peace of mind,

A mist is rolling in

over the wet sand

The last of ebb tide,

Chills down the spines

Turning back

to the shelter of the car,

Warm

Exhausted

A day at the beach

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

13. Daytripping
Recall a day trip with 

someone very special to 

you and write a poem about 

your activities and feelings. /

Mac & Cheese

 

Plated memories

Macaroni and cheese

Who could imagine?

(Maybe a few)

Always on anniversaries,

birthdays, mood days,

and more

She baked it for the children

Her daughter begged the recipe

It was not like “ordinary”

Mac & cheese, she said

Now it’s her daughter who bakes

Better than her’s

Everything improves when

passed on

Who would have thought?

A recipe fuelled with love,

all these years

a cliche perhaps

No matter, with each serving

Memories come, new ones

are made

Nostalgia burns

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

5. Comfort/dis-comfort food
Write a poem describing a scene 

that involves comfort food and the

 solace it gives 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

 

“We’ll always have Paris”from: Casablanca (1942)

“We‘ll always have Paris”

He repeats to me a

multitude of cliches 

All true

I lie within the protection

of his arms, 

almost comforted

His empathetic attempts to

 cover my grief

 with our shared memories, 

endearing,

Would that it could be so.

Ellecee

Day 16 - NAPOWRIMO 2023

Inspired by:

Sanaa Rizvi

Conversations

Quote - from: Casablanca (1942)

 

Hunger

She’s hungry

She’s always hungry

You can tell that by  looking

Though one shouldn’t

surmise

There are drugs that make 

one “fat”

(she hates the word)

Genetics even 

But we digress

She’s hungry

for a good time 

A dress-up

tress -up

time

It seems that

doesn’t happen

anymore

Not in her world

She misses the

compliments

They were part of

the scene 

Smiles all around

dancing even

Cocktails 

She’s hungry 

She’s always hungry

and at the rate things

are going

she’ll most likely

starve

Ellecee

Day 13 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

A day for whimsy

 

Thaw

 

“Thaw with his gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer” The one melts, the other breaks in pieces”

Henry David Thoreau

She is reminded of past loves

Her own

The one suffused with romance

 bitter sweet

Days of sunshine

Little thunder

Two lives blending

then gently melting away

Ice in a crystal glass

Then on into a storm

Monsoons destroying

sacred springs

Tempestuous hours of lust

followed quickly with days

of bitterness and disdain

Blown apart

leaving only splenetic

regret

The first morphing into

gossamer dreams

The last

the last

Ellecee

Day 11 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by the above quote

from Henry David Thoreau

Preserved

 

Write me a letter

Let the cursive forms

seep into the paper

A message that lasts

forever,

or at least a decade

I've seen such letters,

preserved over time

in tin boxes

Hidden in trunks

stored in attics

There are few attics

anymore,

or storage trunks

either, if you think

about such things

Your letter will be

preserved over time

In a wooden cigar

box

for at least a decade

Caught in memory

Unobserved

Ellecee

Day 9 - NaPoWriMo-2022

Inspired by old love letters saved

for the memories

Reflection

You were

frosted beer mugs

rocking chairs

a shaded porch

strong arms encircling

tender hands comforting

gathering cod from seines

beach fires

indiscriminate dancing

cool sheets, warm breath

laughter

midnight cigarettes

babes in arms

blue pills, dark rum

IV drips

held hands

tears

thunder storms, lightning strikes

post calm

ploughed earth

parsnips

dahlia, lupin

snow on the back field

pink dawn

joy

remorse

my life

our ballad

on and on

then

gone

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Love

and

Skywriting - Ballad

Lost Son

She searched for him
in many gardens over time
among weeds and brambles
in overgrown spaces

Through years of not remembering
the first flush of pain
from his arriving
his thriving
our
surviving




"Ellecee"

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"

Inspired by today's prompt fromimaginary garden with real toads

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"

Inspired by today's prompt from
imaginary garden with real toads

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”

Inspired by today's prompt fromimaginary garden with real toads