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

 

Stalled

 

NaPoWriMo - Day 3

Inspired by Skylover Poetry & Art - April Word List

Decisions

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“You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”  ― Annie Dillard

She sits in awe
 contemplating her next move
overwhelmed by the beauty
surrounding her
she holds tight to the view
her body in stasis
Seeds of thoughts surfacing
decisions, decisions
there is only one way down
- dive -
Or stay forever 
slowly becoming a minute particle
of this stunning crag
her precipice
her
choice



Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Poets of April

and

Skywriting  - seed

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

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

Still Waiting

Spring a memory

of lady slippers blooming

Temp minus 5c

Participating with

Imaginary garden with real toads

For

Meetings

"You look young for your age"

he says and

She laughs out loud

and says

"not really"

and then he wonders

what she means and

he's not sure now

if they should meet

after all

but if he says so

what will his excuse be?

since he's been acting

so eager

and then she says

"are you there?"

and he says

"Yeah

how about the Sylvia

on Sunday

at three"

"ellecee"

Written as a bit of fun for

Prompt Nights – Come chase oh fleeting thoughts of the moment – [42]

Image Credit

Hate

The knives are sharp

and sometimes cut deep

making angry wounds that

heal as ruts in the road

of lives sometimes pieced

together with scotch tape

and hope springs eternal

again and again

as each day dawns

and possibilities abound

for changes to be made

inroads into learning

that although spirit is infinite

the planet

and its relationships

are not

"ellecee"

For Prompt Nights - Hate's a parasite that rots the Soul

What to do?

I’ve walked this

street one hundred

times before

breathed deeply

the scent of cherry

blossoms in spring,

the cool fall breeze

has caressed my skin

as fallen leaves rustled

at my feet.

Through winter wonderlands

and summer heat, sultry and

moist, 

I have walked here

Then  I met you,

a chance encounter

you were lost, walking down

the wrong street, looking for

the wrong house, not my house;

You smiled at me, reached out

and touched my arm;

Destiny sang, karmic, cosmic,

coincidences collided in colours

of every hue

What to do?

What to do?

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

The Tuesday Platform

Day 26

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