Change

 A Change is Gonna Come - written by Sam Cooke

A change is gonna come
Is it? 
Really.

You’ve been seeing things
have you? That make you
believe so.
Show me, I want to know
Oh we’re all hoping
God only knows 
But we tire of the politics,
sanguine metaphors, and no shows.
Language is changing, yes
it is,
Laws to tell you what to say,
not to say
Yes there is.
But there’s always been talking
Do you think new vocabulary
will change the vibe?
Have a look around
see any signs?
I want to see the changes
for the better
I really do
I’ve got babes in my family
the future matters to
Maybe they’ll be cause for change
God knows their trying
 to make a difference in this crazy world
that’s all lopsided 

You say a change is gonna come
Is it?
Really?

Ellecee

Day 29 - NaPoWriMo 2023

Inspired by:

Sanaa Rizvi

Musical inspirations

Today: A Change is Gonna Come - written by Sam Cooke

 

Inuendo

 

The pungent scent of 

cherry blossoms 

dissipates as she leaves

the park

She’s been reflecting

Innuendo has it that she

has lost again

The old refrain repeated

over and over

She could almost 

feel nostalgic

“Unlucky at love”

“bitter and aging”

She smiles

Almost benevolent 

toward gossips who

can’t perceive 

her joys repeated

again and again

Because of her courage

to flow 

and grow

and

let go

Ellecee

Day 30 - NaPoWriMo
Inspired by Skylover Word List

Crapshoot

 

“No one told her that so much of life 

is spent being old”

Carol Shields - The Stone Diaries

What is “being old?

Name the criteria

Numbers?

70,80,90 years?

Being feeble?

She knows feeble teenagers

That is surely sad but 

none the less true

Being confused?

Well we all know that one

Being set aside to your

place on the sofa?

Closer

Wisdom?

We wish

Bad knees?

What of injured athletes?

Dementia?

Too often

Illness?

Comes at any age

Shrinkage?

Usually

Wrinkles?

Sun lovers have those early on

Toothless?

 Maybe

Loneliness?

Possible

STOP ALREADY!!

Nobody knows for sure

So just keep on keeping on

when you’re old

you’ll know it

Trust the process

Don’t be waiting on it

Don’t count

Life?

It’s a crapshoot

Ellecee

Day 29 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Carol Shields, Poet

 

So much emotion

conveyed in just

one touch

I falter when I’m 

near you

Exhausted

from the rush

Ellecee

Day 28 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by antiquated love

Charisma

Love her forever

A tenable offer from

a snake-oil salesman 

Ellecee

Day 27 - NaPoWriMo  - 2022
A Haiku
Just for fun

Conundrum

“Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. 
But you have to stop sooner or later, and
then you still have to decide what to do”

C S Lewis

She came on retreat to weep

For all lost causes 

Hers and others

She hasn’t wept for years

She takes meds

to divert chaos

Problematic

 as all emotions 

are equally 

subdued

She could skip some 

pills

This is a beautiful place

to let go

But then she might not

be able to drive home

and she might not 

cry anyway

Ellecee

Day 26 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by C S Lewis

 

You are my spring 

budding intimacy

anticipation of warmth

Enough sunny days

to grow ourselves

and flower

Ellecee

Day 25 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Spring

Morning Walk

 

We are taking our

morning walk early

We meet the homeless

being herded off the beach

and out of the park

before the tourists awake

We walk along the quay

past yachts that never leave

their berths - tourist attractions.

We sit on a bench at the

end of the wharf

A small respite

The sun has risen over the horizon

Creating a sky the colour of magnolias

The lake smooth as a pond

A pair of osprey are fishing

They float with the thermals

then dive down beneath the surface

returning seconds later with a catch

A sailboat drifts slowly 

across the lake

We can stay here as we wish

Neither tourist or homeless

Neither herded or courted

With gratitude

We rest

Ellecee

Day 24 - NaPoWriMo - 2022
Inspired by morning walks 
with my brother at
Okanagan Lake

Limerick

 

There once was a woman from Kentville

Whose life was not very eventful

She risked all for a guy

Who took off like a fly

And left her to sit home resentful

Ellecee

Day 23 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Just for fun

Little Death

 “And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,

(No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before”

Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

“I have died myself ten thousand times”

I cannot remember them all

I chose not to

I regret the choice

As some were spectacular, noisy, chaotic,

Worthy of memory if only as caution

for the next,

Others were lamentable,

love stories with sad endings

Stealing away , giving up the ghost

Why remember them?

Caution again

So what of this one?

Ten thousand and one?

Or THE one

No chaos, no noise, no sad endings,

no fear, no expectation, no remorse,

Lying down with a heavy sigh,

feeling the earth undulating,

feeling sated, ragged, 

indolent

still

Ellecee

Day 22 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspires by Walt Whitman

Sweet Madness

A life continues

released from consequences 

Sorrow is sweet madness

Ellecee

Day 20 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

An April Haiku

 

 Where she walks

lovers have followed

with varying degrees of

angst, lore, and past tense

Contrails against

a clear blue sky

Fading fast

into

oblivion 

Ellecee

Day 19 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by past lives

Clouds

 Clouds speak to her

Metaphorically of course

We all know clouds can’t speak

Don’t we?

Ellecee

Day 18 - NaPoWriMo - 2022
Inspired by a cloudy day

Steal the Joy

Family

“Christ the Lord is

risen today”

 2000 year old myth?

Does that bring up

the hackles?

How dare she!

Does it bring about

a head shaking in

agreement?

Reactions (to me) irrelevant

to this day

 Borrow the joy

steal the spirit

Have you forgotten

your renewals,

your little deaths

your rebirths

The day of the proposal

The day of your child’s birth

Losing a parent

Births of grandchildren

Great-grandchildren

Life’s moments when

everything changed

Experience those 

joys, 

those tears

Steal the spirit

of this special

day

Ellecee

Day 17 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Celebrating family💕💕

 

Loons

 

The loons are here

Their lonely call

rises through the

morning mist

I can see them

on the lake

Efficiently fishing

one disappears

momentarily

Soon seen again a

distance away

Every year they set a

mellow pace for summer

So difficult

To follow

Ellecee

Day 16 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Spring

Dawn

 

The dawn’s rays suffuse

the river with a veneer of pink

“Morning has broken”

 

Ellecee

Day 15 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by the beautiful hymn
 Morning has Broken
Written by Eleanor Farjeon in 1931
And arranged and sung by Cat
Stevens in 1972

Cinema

They’re making a movie

It’s about her life

Opening scene

“INT

Main kitchen in

upscale restaurant

Chef pulls pan of

Yorkshire pudding from oven

Waiter appears at kitchen

door, shouts

“She ready Ed, your up”

They’re starting at the

beginning,

Her Mother’s in labour

Ed has to go 

She guesses that’s a 

good idea

Lay the groundwork 

What’s next then

Puberty?

Marriage?

Career?

She knows

it will be the 

controversial parts

Like nobody had

three marriages

Like nobody 

drank

Like nobody 

worked in the outback

Like nobody

was a poet

Like nobody

 maybe

watches biographies

Like maybe 

nobody

does

Ellecee

Day 14 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspiration from NaProWriMo.net

 

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

 

Endured

 

“Still here I carry my old delicious burdens”
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

Deep within her anatomy
her past lives on
No heartbreak
 wasted
No joy
 dissipated
No illness completely 
healed
Unbidden they reveal
themselves
Events rise up as from
mist
Old feelings come alive
within shoulders, belly, or
spine,
Shaken awake
Enough for tears, smiles, or
fear
Over time incidents
mellow,
become part of her
being
“old delicious burdens”
Endured

Ellecee

Day 10 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Walt Whitman and

Skylover April Wordlist

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