Her Poems

 

What are they about?

Her poems.

Anything/Everything

Her muse floats.

On murky days

She writes fears,

On lonely days

She writes tears,

On happy days

She writes laughter and smiles

settled for awhile,

On prompt days

she queries everything,

foraging for adjectives,

metaphors, and such.

In point of fact

she spends most of her days

grubbing and grubbing,

Foraging for mind food

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

25. Yeah, sure, but what are your poems about?
Think about the landscape of your writing/poetry

 and make a list of what you’re doing or trying to 

do then turn that list into a poem.

Why I Write

 

I am an introvert

I live,primarily, in

my head

I have difficulty 

communicating 

Socialization is not

my strong point

Not something I was

taught as a child,

or discovered later

Still and all,  living thoughts

demand liberation

They chastise me

So, I write them down

and look at them

exposed to light

Some of them frighten me,

or enlighten me, or make me

listen, or make me see

Out in the open they often

pose a question

in order to quiz me

Some become a story told,

most birth poetry

Some I release to others,

strangers mostly

Family are iffy, though 

no judgement is there

Sometimes I stop

but never for very long, 

and

Those I can’t bear to share,

I scribble

secretly

Ellecee

Day 17 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Prompt : Why I Write

from TP_Poetry

 

 

 

The Power of Poetry

With your language

synthesize the

vagaries of life

until they become

comprehensible

cogent

compelling

empathetic 

succinct 

Write poetry

See your feelings,

hopes, and dreams

personified

Your fears, demons,

misunderstandings,

recognized

See compassion, 

community,

empathy,

mutuality

Read Poetry

Understand the

compelling

power of the written,

spoken and deciphered

language,

the singularity

 that is poetry

Ellecee

Day 5 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Inspired by TP_Poetry

Inuendo

 

The pungent scent of 

cherry blossoms 

dissipates as she leaves

the park

She’s been reflecting

Innuendo has it that she

has lost again

The old refrain repeated

over and over

She could almost 

feel nostalgic

“Unlucky at love”

“bitter and aging”

She smiles

Almost benevolent 

toward gossips who

can’t perceive 

her joys repeated

again and again

Because of her courage

to flow 

and grow

and

let go

Ellecee

Day 30 - NaPoWriMo
Inspired by Skylover Word List

Morning Walk

 

We are taking our

morning walk early

We meet the homeless

being herded off the beach

and out of the park

before the tourists awake

We walk along the quay

past yachts that never leave

their berths - tourist attractions.

We sit on a bench at the

end of the wharf

A small respite

The sun has risen over the horizon

Creating a sky the colour of magnolias

The lake smooth as a pond

A pair of osprey are fishing

They float with the thermals

then dive down beneath the surface

returning seconds later with a catch

A sailboat drifts slowly 

across the lake

We can stay here as we wish

Neither tourist or homeless

Neither herded or courted

With gratitude

We rest

Ellecee

Day 24 - NaPoWriMo - 2022
Inspired by morning walks 
with my brother at
Okanagan Lake

Little Death

 “And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,

(No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before”

Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

“I have died myself ten thousand times”

I cannot remember them all

I chose not to

I regret the choice

As some were spectacular, noisy, chaotic,

Worthy of memory if only as caution

for the next,

Others were lamentable,

love stories with sad endings

Stealing away , giving up the ghost

Why remember them?

Caution again

So what of this one?

Ten thousand and one?

Or THE one

No chaos, no noise, no sad endings,

no fear, no expectation, no remorse,

Lying down with a heavy sigh,

feeling the earth undulating,

feeling sated, ragged, 

indolent

still

Ellecee

Day 22 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspires by Walt Whitman

 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

Thaw

 

“Thaw with his gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer” The one melts, the other breaks in pieces”

Henry David Thoreau

She is reminded of past loves

Her own

The one suffused with romance

 bitter sweet

Days of sunshine

Little thunder

Two lives blending

then gently melting away

Ice in a crystal glass

Then on into a storm

Monsoons destroying

sacred springs

Tempestuous hours of lust

followed quickly with days

of bitterness and disdain

Blown apart

leaving only splenetic

regret

The first morphing into

gossamer dreams

The last

the last

Ellecee

Day 11 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by the above quote

from Henry David Thoreau

Endured

 

“Still here I carry my old delicious burdens”
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

Deep within her anatomy
her past lives on
No heartbreak
 wasted
No joy
 dissipated
No illness completely 
healed
Unbidden they reveal
themselves
Events rise up as from
mist
Old feelings come alive
within shoulders, belly, or
spine,
Shaken awake
Enough for tears, smiles, or
fear
Over time incidents
mellow,
become part of her
being
“old delicious burdens”
Endured

Ellecee

Day 10 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Walt Whitman and

Skylover April Wordlist

Preserved

 

Write me a letter

Let the cursive forms

seep into the paper

A message that lasts

forever,

or at least a decade

I've seen such letters,

preserved over time

in tin boxes

Hidden in trunks

stored in attics

There are few attics

anymore,

or storage trunks

either, if you think

about such things

Your letter will be

preserved over time

In a wooden cigar

box

for at least a decade

Caught in memory

Unobserved

Ellecee

Day 9 - NaPoWriMo-2022

Inspired by old love letters saved

for the memories

Remembrance Day

 

The world wars

She doesn’t remember them

But she is not without empathy

The eulogies move her

Her wars were different

Fights for self-hood

Battles fought on so-called

Neutral ground

Nothing - no one -

Is neutral

We think we are

It’s an illusion

She stood her ground

Though knocked about

At times -  without mercy

Battles won and lost

She has escaped into old age

Now the battle fields

Lie fallow

And so does she

Ellecee