Precious Chaos

 

Precious chaos

Seems a contradiction

unless you have in your life

a curly-headed, black-eyed,

boy

Full of energy and smiles

while building towers

or grumpily signalling his want

for TV

He lights up our world

There are few poetic metaphors

to describe how the arrival 

of this small boy

could open a great-grandmother’s

heart

An old woman

not missing anything in life

So she thought

Ellecee

Day 7 - NaPoWriMo - 2022
Inspired by my great-grandson

Tales out of School

(Perth, Western Australia)

She met him in the modern way

Through poetry via satellite

their passions grew

and dreams too

She immigrated to Australia

Following her heart towards

a union of bliss

A mistake this

Their intimacy knew no bounds

Until his misogyny crept in

Her feminism crept out

Unluckily at loggerheads

too much pain

to sustain

She fled back to her old life
No, not really the same
She gave up all thought of unions
Too much despair
Don’t go there!

The final folly of her heart
   brought relief 
when all was said and done
From a fool’s paradise
to peace
at a price



Ellecee

Inspired by:

imaginary garden with real toads - Folly

and

Skywriting - Unluckily

Deny

''

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?''

She procrastinates

sits with her Ipad 

meticulously crafting jigsaw puzzles

 A week's worth of dishes

pile high in the sink

dust bunnies everywhere

laundry too

The dog has to pee

OK

up for that

thank goodness

Why, why, why,

no answer

when when when

no answer

who, who, who

no answer

Celebrate?

What

This puzzle

isn't

pretty

Ellecee

Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

The One

Enigmatic soul

the last remnant of trust

never given

All of love's tenderness

buried beneath

layers and layers of

cacophony.

Longings linger

bitterness melting

over time

An open mind

wishing for

a lesser loss

Ellecee

First poem for National Poetry Month 2018
with a  prompt from 
imaginary garden with real toads
Your prompt is simple today. Let's write poems about being first, or on the subject of one--the power of one, one love, first in line, one is the loneliest number, we're number one--you got it. Go!

Awakening

Tenderness is a lie,

compassion folly,

intimacy a pretender

stealing the night

creating fantasies

dreams with rude

awakening

 

One day all will be lost

secrets revealed

sorrow

awakening

 

I don't believe her

I am beyond doubt

I know his tenderness

is true

His compassion

Our intimacies

that steal the night

our dreams

joy

 

awakening

 

 

 

"ellecee"

 

 

 

Written for

Prompt Nights – Love’s a night-song sweet sung by the tender strokes of wind – Valentine’s Day Special

 



Up in the Morning

"Up in the morning's no for me

up in the morning early"

If I'm disturbed before 'tis noon

you're sure to find me surly

I am nocturnal in my soul

don't miss the sun arising

I spend my eves with muse and pen

which isn't so surprising

I love to sit and watch the stars

the constellations shining

I lose myself in thoughts of love

for which my heart is pining

So leave me to  my late night play

no "up in the morning early"

If I'm disturbed before 'tis noon

You're sure to find me surly

'Ellecee"

Inspired by the poem

Up in the Morning Early - Robert Burns

and written for

Prompt Nights – Writing is both mask and unveiling. (Battle of the Bards) – [40]

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Arrive On Time

Arrive on time

"To celebrate the waking, wake" (Rukeyser)

Don't miss the orchestra

The song

The sentence

The longing 

Love unrequited

Found

Shared

Dispersed 

Family

Children

Losing

Listening

Longing

The dance

The sun

The storm

The funeral 

Arrive on time

Ellecee

Written for Prompt Night

-tomorrow-when-the-sun-will-rise-who-knows-what-the-tide-could-bring-one-year-celebration--

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"

After

At last

The storm is spent

The thunder and lightning 

subsided

I walk out

into a fine summer rain

that feels warm on my face

like tears shed 

during storms of

another kind

"Ellecee"

Inspired by

Prompt Nights

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

First Life

From city to seaside
the youngest of 12
Often lost in the menagerie
Pleased when alone
Unnoticed if well behaved
brought down heavily when
not
Our Mother with to many chores
to be caught
and a father who almost lost
himself in wars
And yet
friends were fed tomato soup
and grilled cheese
Then left alone to our gossip
and giggles;
Then too
the smell of baked bread
chicken on Sunday
cream of wheat
Star fish on the beach
high tides and sand fleas
Then
follow the rule

"out of the house by 16"

No exceptions
face forward
to
life number two




"ellecee"



Imaginery Garden with Real Toads

Real Toads  ~ Where do I Come From?

Day 25

Bard

"The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact"

A Midsummer Night's Dream - William Shakespeare

The bard of past sorrows

and magnificent words

inspires me so

A lunatic, a lover, and

a poet

a self-portrait  written

in words I could not

muster on my own

To confess the elements

of my being

rest assured

my hesitancy

is solid

If it is in imagination only

that these three are joined

then I can still hide

unidentified

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Kerry says - Let's Tip Our Hats to the Bard

Day 23

Groupie

She is confused

enlighten her

pardon her conundrum.

Conceit

"a fanciful poetic image"?

or her grandios list of her

personal idioscyncrasies

Who will listen to her

or understand?

Is she an ambivalent author?

Bedding down with sages

being plugged with genius,

a poet's groupie?

Alas where does

a brooding poet go?

Forward or back?

her conundrum

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

in response to Brendan's challenge

Day 18

Confession

My knees should be bloodied

except my confessional

lies in my mind

pictured thus:

empty

candles glowing

latticed window

open

to the other side

pen and paper

as if I would

write them down

all those 

errors of omission

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

~Mama Zen

"pick  a picture and tell me what it would say. 

 No word limit.  Easy peasy."

Day 13