A Dream

 

Her utopia

would be free
from discrimination.
Discrimination based on
skin colour, nationality,
ethnicity, age, education,
class, and on, and on
Prejudices, as racism,
ageism, classism, and
so on, and so on,
What would her world
look like? 
Paradoxically 
even in her imagination 
she cannot see it

Ellecee

Day 30 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Prompt: If I could change one thing

From: TP_Poetry

History

History will be the Judge
No, this will not be, not if
history is written as it
has been until now
Written by the conquerors,
the powers that be, the
presidents, the dictators,
and pharaohs of the past
Failing to give  credence
to the soldiers, the patriots,
the resistance workers, and all
who made the ultimate sacrifice
for their participation in wars
Who wrote for them? and if
one did, who assented to
the author’s truth
If history is to be the judge
the writers must move
to a more inclusive narrative,
acknowledging all sides 
of the conflicts that
plague us
Only then will the world’s
populace become discerning,
enabled to influence change,
moving to create
 an equitable
future for all

Ellecee

Day 24 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt: History will be the Judge
From: TP_Poetry

Letter to a Soldier

 

She should have written

long ago - she didn’t 

Now she writes to a dead man

“better late than never”

Dear Dad

I didn’t know you were

a soldier,

In a  war, yes, but

not the reality of it.

You never talked to me

Not only about your

war, but nothing else either

You were a stranger, the patriarch, 

No familiarity 

Rules, rules, rules,

Never spoken, how did I know

what to do, not to do,

I just knew

I’ve learned you were

damaged

Buried alive in the trenches, 

not once, twice,

You survived, either with

help or determination,

I don’t know

The damage I saw but

never understood

The weeping, the nightmares,

The weeping you could hide,

but not the night terrors,

not the hospital committals,

not the estrangement

How could I have known you?

What could I have done?

Tell me if you will

I want to understand 

how all of your withholding

benefitted any one but you

I’m sorry too

Yours truly

one daughter

Ellecee 

Day 22 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt : Letter to a Soldier
From: TP_Poetry

Watching the News

 

Watching the news?

She doesn’t

Reading the news?

She doesn’t 

She wanted to be informed

but seeing  so much brutality,

pain, and trepidation 

in her world

she became inconsolable 

It’s easier being ignorant

CBC News

Global

“15 Palestinians killed

in Israeli forces raid”

“Man who set himself 

on fire dies”

“West Africa’s deadly

heatwave driven by

climate change”

National 

“BC man killed his

three children”

“man killed in Manor Park”

“Quebec eyed as prime spot

to suck carbon from atmosphere”

Local

“NS justice minister resigns after

controversial comments on 

domestic violence”

“Fire rips through

Happy Valley, Goose Bay”

“Temporary housing for homeless 

people at Shannon Park?”

Watch the news?

She doesn’t 

Ellecee

Day 21 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt: Watching the News
 From: TP_Poetry

Epitaph

 

Here lies

Sally Neddy

Born February 1944

Died February 2024

A woman who tried

Right on 80

Who’d of thought it

Her death wasn’t easy

Her life neither

come to that

She liked to drink

and laid around some

Couldn’t blame her

really, the husband 

was scum

She leaves four living kids

Well adults really

Grandkids too

She did her best

should ignore the rest

Had no schooling that

was the problem

Couldn’t get good jobs and

it was hard going

She held up a good front

Not many were knowing

the things she had to,do

just to get through

She was a good friend

to me, the let downs

were few,  betrayals too,

But she still came through

when my times were rough

She’d hold my hand and

that was enough

Here lies 

Sally Neddy

A woman who tried

and then she died

Ellecee

Day 19 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Prompt: Epitaph

From: TP_Poetry

Why I Write

 

I am an introvert

I live,primarily, in

my head

I have difficulty 

communicating 

Socialization is not

my strong point

Not something I was

taught as a child,

or discovered later

Still and all,  living thoughts

demand liberation

They chastise me

So, I write them down

and look at them

exposed to light

Some of them frighten me,

or enlighten me, or make me

listen, or make me see

Out in the open they often

pose a question

in order to quiz me

Some become a story told,

most birth poetry

Some I release to others,

strangers mostly

Family are iffy, though 

no judgement is there

Sometimes I stop

but never for very long, 

and

Those I can’t bear to share,

I scribble

secretly

Ellecee

Day 17 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Prompt : Why I Write

from TP_Poetry

 

 

 

Hibernate

 

What can I do?

What I can’t do is

elementary

FrustrationI am not a politician or

a person of power

A delegated one who

changes circumstances 

Is that what 

delegates do?

I can’t or I don’t want 

to understand

Ebrahim Raisi

Isaac Herzog

Or any other combatants

willing to lay waste

I can’t change the

deep despondency 

proliferating among us

like another plague

And so on

and so on

What can “I” do?

Hibernate

Ellecee

Day 15 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt “what can I do?”
from TP_Poetry