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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

Gift

I feel the night spirits beckon me 

The crowns of trees form a canopy overhead,

high above me, hiding the stars

A frost settles over all

moss and stone alike

A sudden breeze caresses my face

as sensual as a lover’s touch

Night voices whisper

The dark is quivering with life

Despair lifts , rising upward in a mist

I am overwhelmed 

An omen,

 a nocturnal gift 

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Get Listed

(my words: canopy, frost,despair,omen,sensual)

and

Skywriting - beckon

Voices

 I lie awake as

voices disappear

into the ether

Not a breath remains

only the memory

A dreadful torrent

of creeping insects

insidiously advancing

across my cerebral plane

I rise to rediscover anger

The dead corpses of past affairs

alter the flow of ink

from my reluctant pen

impelling evanescent magic

to live on parchment

Disinclined

to fade away

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads 

13 is Poetry - 13 words chosen from

Diane Setterfield’s The 13th Tale

To celebrate metaphor

(My words: disappear, lives, breath,memory,dreadful,rediscover)

(anger,alter,corpses,ink,magic,pass,away)

and

Skywriting - lie 

Flowers

She stumbled upon them in deep grass

two flowers blooming

Bright petals hidden

in plain view

Her never knowing how they grew

What seeds were planted

and when

Unbeknownst to her

yet

blending in

"ellecee"

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]

The Picture

Photo Credit

I see him now

his face an image on the page

this incident which moves us

to yet another stage

of knowing who we are,

no secrets anymore,

thus revealed to me the packaging

of the man I would adore

This man whose gaze directs

itself at me

    in forthright manner just as he

     would be

     In all our interaction large or small

     and all incidents to date

     I can recall

     I move to him somewhat subdued

     He is revealed to me in every mood

     In reality, not fantasy, I am now set

     and thus allow myself not one regret.

     With faith and fortitude we will progress

     and live this story line with smiles

     and much finesse

     with joy and laughter, tears and fun

     we will move together through this run.

"Ellecee"

Written for:

Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format

Note: This is an old poem and I couldn't find the photo it is

describing. But this handsome gentleman will do  :-)

     

Awakening

She hears a child

crying in the night

she lies still, listening

perhaps a cat

mating or fighting

their eerie calls

float in the air

Perhaps the wind

through the old chimney chutes

sighing

An animal

caught in a trap

whimpering

Strange sensations

Her body quivers

There again, there again

The room spins

She reaches out into darkness

Nothing to cling to

Surfacing,

she touches her face

touches tears

"Ellecee"

Written for:

On Popular Demand – Lets gather around for some ghost stories – [8]

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]

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

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