Enigmatic

Imagine me

  gamine

a tinge manic

anti-gaming

taming an iceman

in magic meaning

An enigma

I meant it

A magnetic man

acting the gnat

incaging me

an act

a game

I am a gamin

I ignite icemen 

I eat magi

I get mine

Amen


Ellecee

Inspired by
Kerry O’Connor
@skyloverpoetry
Kerri prompted us to write a poem
using words derived from the word
Enigmatic
All words in my poem were so derived

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

Also celebrating

Ellecee

I am an inveterate troll
pudgy and hoary
grubbing around in my
subterranean hollows
in search of earthy songs,
to begin the first round
in my resounding alto voice
unaware of any who may follow
with the second.
A complaintive tone follows me
my joy lying underground
subdued, but, ever present,
awaiting release
when a summer sun's warmth
invades
my hollows


Ellecee







My preferred definition of a troll :-)
".a troll is a supernatural creature with a body of any size, closely associated with nature, who likely eats fish, moves around a lot and often in circles in a regular range, who sings a great deal, often in praise and celebration (of each other or Earth herself), but always loudly and without inhibition, in complex cycles in close cooperation with other such creatures, in rolling voices, with all eventually signing different parts of the song at the same time, probably driving everyone who doesn't want to listen to them completely nuts. This is the generic troll" Troll



Prompted by "Transformations" at

imaginary garden with real toads

Mrs. Folks

Diminutive woman

Reluctant mother

Widow

Forced through chaos

to awareness

Growing toward autonomy

Nineteenth century dignity

pitted against

twentieth century crass

Bridging the gap

Sometimes frightened

Often lonely

Branching out

Determined to do life well

Pioneer spirit

In her groove

"ellecee"

In memory of my Mother

Reposted for

Prompt Nights – Women are the real architects of Society – International Women’s Day Special 

Surprise

I am surprised by

the signs of aging

Looking at my hands

I see those of others

who are dead or gone

The signs of withering

the texture of old parchment

no amount of moisture cream

can take away

"ellecee"

Nellie's Dream

When Nellie was a young girl she loved to visit the rose arbor in her grandmother's garden. She would sit quietly amidst the sweet fragrant flowers and imagine herself grown and beautiful. Her folded parasol beside her, her gloves folded in her lap, the tiny toes of her laced boots showing from beneath her long skirt. He would walk up the path, so handsome in his riding clothes, and sit down beside her on the bench, accepting her extended hand and gently kissing  the tips of her fingers.

Scent of seduction
Creating dreams within dreams
Power of roses


"Ellecee"


A haibun
Inspired by a sneak peak
from Sanaa for Prompt Nights
on FaceBook

Myself

An introverted crone

who doesn't wear purple

finished financier

apprentice groundkeeper

fickle female

seventy something

"poet of the small and homey"

impractical visionary

living in the woods

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Words Count With Mama Zen

 Give me your bio . . . the real story . . . 

in 50 words or less.

Day 28

Charites

If I could speak with you

call you forward from the ether,

that I might join your circle

and speak of grace,

that you would anoint

me with it's blessings.

The grace of charm

that I would never walk alone

The grace of beauty

so that I would not offend

But more than these, 

although they would assist in no

small measure in our hedonistic

world,

that you would grant me creativity,

an ability to see, to hear, to feel, to sing,

To transpose to paper

the elements of peace

bringing hope

to a world gone

fallow

"ellecee"

Charities, known in Greek mythology as The Three Graces, goddesses of such things as charm, beauty and creativity

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

hedgewitch has challenged us with:

"The idea of three can appear in any form and

in any association in your poem, as long as

you incorporate the number as a meaningful

element of your piece."

Day 17

Woman

Who's heart is it anyway?

that lives to breath another day

and somehow finds another course

with out succumbing to remorse

To grow compassion without fight

does love conquer the swords of might?

or naivety cloud the mind?

so other's plights leave us blind

Is that sword mightier than the fist?

or can we find another twist

a way to serve by standing by

to pick up survivors on the fly

Lay down the anger and the angst

the confusion between for and against

which twists and turns in every case

and friends take on the enemy's face

She'll wait and watch and surely see

the meaning of her discovery

and take her stand by peaceful means

to rectify ill begotten schemes

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

a prompt from Sherry today
Our challenge:  write about women's
 freedom in any way that is relevant to you.

Day 8