Annihilation

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Nu Shu

Sister, I am frightened. Comfort me in my remorse. My husband planted seeds in me that have not flourished. He now doubts my capacity to deliver his son. I am given an extention. Within this time I must fulfil my duty. If I do not, I will be cast away from all that is comfort to me, perhaps from life itself. Others show me no pity. I pray your knowledge of herbs will teach me to bear fruit. In gratitude I await your reply.

unfruitful woman

sown seeds withering within

annihilation

Ellecee 

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Speaking in another Voice

and

Skywriting - Others

Concurrent

At our chosen moment you’ll face your mirror and I’ll face mine. We’ll place our palms against each glass. Our breath will mist the surface there. Write my name and I’ll write yours. No notes on paper can compare. We’ll speak the words each longs to hear as you hold your gaze and I hold mine. For a count of sixty let it be, then say “God speed your love to me”

A moment in time

At the speed of light we make 

this - our quantum leap

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - space time

and

Skywriting - paper

This Spring

“A small man, on a small planet, in an undistinguished corner of the Universe”

Joseph Yu

The Universe does not shudder at our causes and complaints.Spring sprouts regardless of our pain. Robins diligently search for worms; humming birds for nectar and nest sites. Nature is oblivious to car horns blaring “hello” on an empty Texan street, or singing voices breaking the silence in Italy, or a young woman in Canada leaving sandwiches for truckers on the steps of empty diners. To the Universe nothing matters concerning our existence.we, alone, create our own.

The Universe thrives

Each one must track his vision

connecting the chain

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Existentialism Skywriting - Vision

Cold

It's so cold outside. My fingers are tingling even with woolen gloves on. In spite of this I want to be here, walking. My dog rushes ahead of me sniffing at every track in the snow. Hoping for prey. What would she do if she caught something, I wonder. The trees are talking to me, groaning and snapping even though there is little wind. Perhaps it's from the frost. The snow is soft and billows up around my feet like a heavy mist. The dog pushes her nose through a drift for the thrill of it. I hold my camera steady and take a picture as the dog waits for me on the next hill.

It's a long way home

The snow covers our tracks now

The dog watches me

Reposted for 

Prompt Nights – Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]

I've chosen the cold without the memories, but the haibun in itself is a memory

so perhaps that will count :-)

Moon Walk

We walk the summer path, hand in hand. The moon is full; it's ancient face peers down at us. Watching. The field around us is luminescent; silhouetted critters scurry as we come near. We are silent; our world is silent; on the precipice of change. It's to be our last night together. You have been deployed.

Silver moon waning

all below is quickening

leaving life to chance

"ellecee"

Inspired by Sanaa at

Prompt Nights

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

COLD

Haibun Reposted from Ellecees Eye

It’s so cold outside. My fingers are tingling even with woolen gloves on. In spite of this I want to be here, walking. My dog rushes ahead of me sniffing at every track in the snow. Hoping for prey. What would she do if she caught something, I wonder. The trees are talking to me, groaning and snapping even though there is little wind. Perhaps it’s from the frost. The snow is soft and billows up around my feet like a heavy mist. The dog pushes her nose through a drift for the thrill of it. I hold my camera steady and take a picture as the dog waits for me on the next hill.

I do this everyday.

It’s a long way home

The snow covers our tracks now

The dog watches me

Ellecee