Showing posts with label Skylover wordlist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Skylover wordlist. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Foodie

 



Foodie too
Too foodie
Eggs Benedict
sticking to hips
Tummy tucked with
layers of crème brûlée
Perpetual guise
 onion rings on thighs
Time for a change
Some confusion
How about 
Asian Fusion?
Mediterranean?
Dim sum?
One conclusion
Foodie’s palate
To be subdued
Starting with a
new attitude



Ellecee



Day 6 - NaPoWriMo - 2022
Inspired by Skylover Poetry & Art Word List
and appetite




Monday, May 3, 2021

Loss


 

Posted to Instagram April 23, 2021

Written for NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 23

Inspired by

Skylover Wordlist

shallow, addiction, glance






Wounded

 






Posted on Instagram - April. 22, 2021
Written for NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 22
Inspired by
Obscure, ichor,alien, myth, resolution








Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Watermark

 



An old vagrant
gone awry
Prognosis - rebel
Uncanny though,
no transgression
to report
Squatting in the firelight
from a flaming
burn barrel
A dim watermark
on a somnolent night


Ellecee


Inspired by 
Kerry O’Connor’s
word list on Instagram
@skyloverwordlist

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Finali




The bush plane awaits
The tarmac is hot underfoot
I feel the heat through the
soles of my feet
A familiar scorch from
past lives
The breeze an insistent presence
a persistent touch
I’m excited
An adrenaline rush
reddens my cheeks
“There’s no turning back”
the commandant says
“Deaths are many, 
reprieves are few.
What have you got to say?”
I walk toward infinity
I don’t look back
“Don’t give up”
I say
“Don’t give up.”


Ellecee


Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Bang, whimper, hiss
and
Skywriting - Deaths


Note to all: it has been a wonderful month. Thank you all so much for your comments and support. You are appreciated. And although I didn’t get to everyone with comments, I read and enjoyed you all❣️❣️🌹Until next year then 🙏

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Going



I see the signs
every day
your favourite books
disappearing
Your soccer shoes
your skis
your winter coat
your signed photo
of  B. B. King
your vinyl
the beer mug you stole.
fromThe Nag’s Head
You think I don’t notice
such small things
mementos  of your life
Nothing of me
no match for you


Ellecee



Inspired by
imaginary garden with realtoads - This is (almost) the end
and
Skywriting - Match



Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Novel Union


What is love
if not 
acceptance
of flaws that lovers
fail to see
Eyes clouded by
the carnal
and yet mindful
of the numberless
possibilities
We’re I not broken
you might not
have seen me
your nature being
to offer solace 
to solve the puzzle
from the strewn pieces
that you see 
This compassion 
drew me in
holds me fast
within this novel union
palpable, constant,
and
enduring


Ellecee

Inspired by
and
Skywriting - numberless






Sunday, April 26, 2020

Affusion



Hot water
barely bearable
cascades over her body
secular affusion
washing away
negativity
perception willingly ascends
with the steam
her body releases itself 
from angst, pity, doubt,
stoicism
embedded within
her zodiac sign
returns unfettered
tension disintegrates
leaving her world
momentarily
unscathed


Ellecee 


Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - reboot, rewind, recycle
and
Skywriting - zodiac





Saturday, April 25, 2020

On My Own




I am
a pitiful thing
mouth agape
begging
Crippled in
a crowded nest
heaped on rockery
Unable to move
on my own
It only looks like
the beginning
In truth
it is
the end


Ellecee

Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Artistic Interpretations
and
Skywriting - Rockery







Friday, April 24, 2020

Thermals



Do thermals thrive
above the clouds?
To push me ever higher
that I might see the miracle 
below me?
Mountain tops
crusted with snow
Ancient as the earth’s
beginning
Water towers of the world
without them the earth 
would parch
A narrow window exists
as climate change threatens
sublimation
A calamity for humankind
but not mountains
Mountains in their majesty
defy extinction
Perhaps forever

Ellecee

Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Wild woman - natural wonders
and
Skywriting - Narrow














Thursday, April 23, 2020

Cabined




“but now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears” 

William Shakespeare - Macbeth



Today I graft with  
words in homage to
the Bard
whose language lives
to this day and bears
truth to every happening

 Now I  am cabined here alone
cribbed by a hovering virus
Confined with my own thoughts
how one cunning crazed maniac 
could kill 22 without restraint
Our townsmen and guardians
fallen and gone
Incongruity abounds
Saucy doubts and fears
reign unfettered
during this
unearthly time


Ellecee

Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads -the Bard
and
Skywriting -  cunning






Tuesday, April 21, 2020

A Parable

‘
 Ah, you have found me
Linger and listen
So few pass this way
and when they do
they don’t look up
and when they do
they don’t see
Wait, wait, I know you see
Linger and listen
Hearken to a parable
of me


I was a skilful hunter
ensconced in a tree blind,
a doe and her fawn
appearing below me
Although against many laws
secular and sacred
I took aim and shot
A great gust spun me ‘round
Momentarily mesmerized I
awaken
solidified
My head this bulbous bulb
My body to forever be
locked within this tree
Pity me



Ellecee

Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Tree Mythology
and
Skywriting - Parable








Monday, April 20, 2020

The Plan



He was the one
Handsome and entitled
he could have anyone
She would play hard to get
Not clutch his pant leg
as others were prone to do
Not flirt and flatter endlessly
She, the remote one,
would capture his delight
Her mystery would draw him in
Being elusive would beguile him
into her surreptitious snare
He was attentive and obliging
eager to relate
Then married someone else
a damsel in distress
a Cinderella type
She is salty with remorse
how could this be?
That yet again, for her,
“the best laid schemes 
o’mice an’ men
gang aft agley”



Ellecee


Inspired by:
A well known quote from To a Mouse by Robert Burns
imaginary gardens with real toads - when good wishes go bad
and
Skywriting - Salt