Enigmatic

Imagine me

  gamine

a tinge manic

anti-gaming

taming an iceman

in magic meaning

An enigma

I meant it

A magnetic man

acting the gnat

incaging me

an act

a game

I am a gamin

I ignite icemen 

I eat magi

I get mine

Amen


Ellecee

Inspired by
Kerry O’Connor
@skyloverpoetry
Kerri prompted us to write a poem
using words derived from the word
Enigmatic
All words in my poem were so derived

Motion to Amend

To the powers that be

(whoever is thee)

This petition to you

For an amendment or two

The heavenly virtues

We’ll leave them  alone

At least ‘till our children

Are all fully grown

There’s a couple of sins

We’d like you to tweak

A minor adjustment 

is all that we seek

Lust between spouses

Thee should permit

Without which these partnerships

Surely will split

The next sin is gluttony

here we humbly express

Without it our holidays

could all end in distress

Christmas and Easter,

thanksgiving and such

Just are’t the same

When we don’t eat too much

With penalties lifted

from only these two

Those remaining five

will be easier to chew

Ellecee

Inspired by today’s prompt at

Imaginary garden with real toads

For

Phoenix

Is it a dream?

Those nights when I morph into

a scarlet phoenix

rising from ash

riding the thermals 

high into the heavens

Shedding tears

to sooth the desolate

giving hope to multitudes

whose quandary it is to foresee.

Unceasing in empathy

compassion filling the void

onward and upward

to the sun

kindled to ash

beginning again

Ellecee

Myth of the Phoenix

 Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

The Room

Bedroom in Aintmillerstrasse, 1909 -Wassily Kandinsky

This room is the

summation of a

long sojourn

A travelling to 

distant shores

The lost arc

never found

The artefacts are

rich with the energy

of reserve and bush

desert and barren plain

Horizons which

stretch forever

enclosing

the known and the

unknown

This small place is

a period at the end

of a sentence

A warm enclosure

for old memories

and dreams

Ellecee

Inspired by the painting by Wassily Kandinsky

Today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

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

Oblivious

Bluegrass

In this world of illusion

I tread lightly

leaving no footprints

no scent to be picked up

by marauding packs of

coniferous beasts

hungry for conquest

I lie down in tall, sweet

smelling, blue grass and listen

to the sound of the wind

as it moves over my hiding place

touching me gently

like a mother's kiss on

her child's cheek

I lie quietly feeling the

earth beneath me breathing

with an ancient rhythm

a subtle sweet massage

constant and penetrating

I feel safe

protected

oblivious

Ellecee

Reposted for

Prompt Nights - On Popular Demand - The Hidden Realm

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

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

Alas #2

Alas

I am

  still

settled in

reading

winter gravestones 

"ellecees"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

from Magaly

"today I wish us to

create poetry into which we weave

the titles of 3 of our poems"  

Alas I ended up with more titles :-(

Day 10

Corporeal Knowledge

The bitter taste of

sacrificial wine

the Eucharist of 

love

Blasphemy!!

you say

Not so

Not so for the

many who find

in the body

of their 

beloved 

the elixir

of life. 

Ellecee

Winter Gravestones

I am getting older

not too old

but old enough to see

memories in graveyards,

and to ponder,

                                 someone's father who tilled the land

a youth who road a bike on country roads

a farmer's wife who raised chickens

gardens in the fall

winter snow

spring thaw

and how

some things die

while others live forever

if only in our minds

Winter Gravestones

Ellecee

Reposted from Ellecee's Eye

Seasonal Love

Do we come back around

like the seasons?

The rich juices of  Spring

filling our veins with

 old longings?

This time for planting seeds

available only to

ancient souls such as

ourselves.

Summer bringing the

hope of a

rich harvest

Days mellow with

expectation, 

waiting

for fruition.

Fall bringing

what?

Not the promised

result?

The fruit is not

sweet enough,

the size is smaller

than desirable,

not the best colour,

not the expected

yield?

What kind of garden

have we left, how

much loss is there?

Winter coming in

with its deep chill,

cold winds blow,

the sun is low on

the horizon

No succor available

for parched egos,

Go away, go away

There is silence

The cold, cold silence

of winter creating a

pall over our

landscape.

Is it death or

hibernation?

Is it over?

 Or

merely, as always,

and to be expected,

the changing of

seasons.

Ellecee

STILL

Not bound

tethered

restricted

in any way

still,

immobile

stuck

mute
still

a mystery,
now unfolding
understood while

 waiting

still

Ellecee