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 🙏

Sit With Me

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“See with your eyes! Listen with your ears! And if you wish to smell the fragrance, press for an explanation of every unresolved matter until your understanding is complete.“

- 

Sen No Rikyu 

Come

sit with me

let’s talk

I see how upset 

you are

I sense 

indifference 

It seems only past

intimacies

hold us together

I know that

can’t be

true

I know you

I want to fix

this

This thing

This unresolved

thing

This bad seed

germinating

Let’s blow

our combined breath

upon it

as we would

cool our tea

Let this gulf

dissolve 

as the steam rising

from our cups

Come

sit with me

let’s

talk

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - The way of tea

and

Skywriting - intimacies

Spring

Poetry form : Fold

Let Spring be my antidote for pain

from self-sacrificing terrorists with guns

who strike  and maim  and kill  again

My heart bleeds for all the lives we’ve lost

let empathy be my antidote for pain

May sight of flowers blooming of a morn

Reduce the images of all the families slain

As I feel the softness of clover underfoot

I’m  thinking counter measures seem in vain

May I cope with thoughts and not give way to fear

Let courage be my antidote for pain

Ellecee

Inspired from today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

For

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

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

Cast a Light

Withdrawing, withdrawing,

desiring respite in seclusion

Days drifting, drifting, drifting on

all of life a pitiful illusion

Thinking, thinking, thinking, dark ‘til dawn

Seeming sudden, shadows cast a light

that only poignant dreaming could ignite

“it is never, ever, to late to mend”

even as a journey nears its end

"ellecee"

In response to

Prompt Nights – Belief is the ignition switch that gets you off the launching pad – [39]

Aging

Oh, the play and all the staging

set for aging, aging, aging

Director to the actors paging

come forth on stage and do your part

enable life to create art

Oh, the play and all the staging

set for aging, aging, aging

thin of hair and memory fading

frail of limb, body degrading

Oh, the play and all the staging

set for aging, aging, aging

Thoughts of life with some dejection

not ready soon for more reflection

Oh, the play and all the staging

set for aging, aging, aging

Not to be spared the day of reckoning

I fear the reapers call comes

beckoning, beckoning,

Oh, life's play and all its staging

set for aging

aging

aging

Ellecee

In response to

On Popular Demand – Glimpse into the world of Edgar Allan Poe – [11]

Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem The Bells

Photo Credit

Destiny

In a heartbeat life changes
clouds  roll in and showers fall
a child is struck by a car
someone wins a lottery
love appears, disappears,
we seem so lost
and found

In a heartbeat the world changes
Earthquakes come and leave their mark
rain forests die,
we weep
A new Pacific island rises from the sea
we walk together
seeing

In a heartbeat she changes
the good things become bad
then the bad things become good
She anticipates a warmer world
then finds it remains the same
again

In a heartbeat we are renewed
though issues remain the same
we accept
and like the phoenix
we rise again,
move forward,
meet our destiny
unarmed




Ellecee


Written for
Prompt Nights – Attitudes are contagious, is yours worth catching – [38]

Intuition

What is real?

If there is anything at all

it might be found in thoughts

of wishes unfulfilled or

scattered days of old

or a future ready to unfold

and when we are aware if

we are bold

we can always go

and 

make those wishes

 so

"ellecee"

Written for

Prompt Nights – Intuition’s as though we’re seeing with our soul – [25]

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

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

Do Not Despair

Do not despair if love is naught
It will arrive with timing right
and then you will be surely caught

Continue whining, you must not
your days are wasted if you're tright
Do not despair if love is naught

Things hide away the more they're sought
Behave as if  a delightful sprite
and then you will be surely caught

I know this isn't how you thought
you've made sadness your only plight
Do not despair that love is naught

Heed this advice to you I've brought
negative illusions you must fight
and then you will be surely caught

Have you listened to what I've taught?
To be charming and forever bright?
Do not despair that love is naught
and then you will be surely caught


"ellecee"




Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Marion's challenge for today a
VILLANELLE
Major challenge :-)

Day 5

If I Was Never Born

If I was never born

who would love you?

Who would care for you,

keep your body warm on cold nights,

walk and talk with you on sunny days.

Bless you with beautiful children

who make you proud and bring

joy to your heart

every day

Who would you turn to for solace.

for passion, for succor?

Who would you argue with,

debate life’s issues with,

win battles for and against?

Who would hold you, defend you,

stand by you?

If I was never born

who would love you

as I do?

Ellecee

Reposted

Returning

I have run amuck

in days unladen

with inspiration

Duty called my feet

to walk in old tracks

riddled with fresh

angst

I stopped

to listen

and

there was the voice

of reason

calling me

home

"ellecee"

A Missed Engagement

She:  you lied to me in September

He:   my dear I don't remember

She:  you said we would wed in spring

He:    I don't remember a thing

She:   you promised our love forever

He:    now that would be an endeavor

She:   are you mocking me now, kind Sir?

He:    no, my mind's a bit of a blur

She:   then you never meant a word

He:    I'm sorry, this is absurd

She:   then leave me now, you swine

He:    madame, the pleasure is mine




"ellecee"




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