Firsts

As a tweenie

she was in love

with William Holden

The epitome of the

gentleman cowboy.

He tipped his hat,

spoke softly, and

smiled so handsomely

when he shook a lady’s hand.

He was her first kiss,

first touch

In her dreams he came

to her, real as the day,

They walked together

hip to hip 

(cowboys don’t hold hands “

He hid their faces with

his hat as he leaned in to

kiss her

In her dreams she was not

too young

to find love

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

11. Betty White died again 
For today’s draft, let’s write a 

poem about what a celebrity 

meant to you before they passed 

(or what they continue to mean 

now that they’re gone). 

 Where she walks

lovers have followed

with varying degrees of

angst, lore, and past tense

Contrails against

a clear blue sky

Fading fast

into

oblivion 

Ellecee

Day 19 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by past lives

Romantic Love

 

Romantic love

A memory

A refrain from the past

Blending bitter with sweet

magnolia blossoms and icicles 

ardent rhetoric and screams

soft sighs and magnificent lies

Should you go there again

remember the dream

forget the scheme

Ellecee

Day 5, NaPoWriMo

Inspired by Skylover Poetry April Word List

Only Dreaming

She is the one haunting

          and the haunted;

          the chalice and the wine;

          the lover

          and the beloved;

          the singer and the song.

Because he can come to her

          only in dreams

          she feels their roles merge,

          separate, merge again;

          their energy moves, mingles,

          passes away;

A spiral downward into an abyss,

          a deep cavern

          echoing with the sounds

          of joy.

"Ellecee"

   

Inspired by today's prompt fromimaginary garden with real toads

Imagination, Dreaming

Only in my imagination

do I dwell here

contemplating beauty

forgotten senses rise within me,

ancient, from other days,

The scents of tropical forests

poignant and steamy;

The path beckons me forward

to walk

beneath the towering canopy

 spaces alive with birdsong

 the rustling of primates 

in the trees

exquisite flowers

blooming

Costa Rica you are calling to me

wouldst that I could answer

Ellecee

Inspired by this photo of Costa Rica

One of many offered as today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

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  :-)

     

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]

Only Dreaming

She is the one haunting
            and the haunted
            the chalice and the wine,
            the lover
            and the beloved,
            the singer and the song
Because he comes to her
                only in dreams
                she feels their roles merge,
                separate, merge again,
                their energy moves, mingles,
                passes away
A spiral downward into an abyss,
                a deep cavern
                echoing with the sounds
                of joy

"ellecee"

Reposted for

Prompt Nights – In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own – [23]

Rest in Dreams

I rest in dreams

sleep interrupted

by other lives

Sometimes drifting in the ocean

floating calmly on an endless sea

Sometimes lovers catch me out

oh the bliss of limbs entwined

wanton and careless

unmindful of care

Nightmares too

An angry sea engulfs me

carries me away against my will

Yet somewhere in my heart I know

this too, 

a temporary life

and I will be

let go

"ellecee"

for Prompt Nights

Rest in the sweet sauce of labor

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

Fait Accompli

He was a stranger

for a short time

He moved quickly

into her closed circle

discovered a small crack

in the perimeter

He knew what secrets

she waited to hear

He learned her tender spots

her fear of life

He made it possible

for her

 to be

Fait accompli

"Ellecee"

Bedtime

A ritual,

pajamas

teeth

night cream

book,

Asleep after three pages

and then

Oh then

the dreams,

Floating in a tranquil ocean,

walking with transitioned friends,

making love, 

endless joy,

bliss

a dog's tongue on cheek

Awake!

Ellecee