Hunger

I eat sorrow,

your life, my

loss, settles

in the esophagus

I push with effort

You move on through

chest, diaphragm,

other,

Forced into lower

extremities, 

passing through

the ends of toes,

singeing

a molten liquid, returning

to ground

"ashes to ashes"

"dust to dust"

"ellecee"

Although opposite in character

this poem was inspired by 

Ezra Pound"s Poem - The Girl

"The tree has entered my hands,

The sap has ascended my arms,

The tree has grown in my breast -

Downward,

The branches grow out of me, like arms"

Written for 

Prompt Nights – Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness – [45]

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]

Morning

photo credit

Surrounded by the mist of morning

I sit on deck of the "Matthew"

sipping coffee from a tin mug

wrapped in a hand towel to
protect my hands from burning
but thin enough for me to feel
the heat penetrating to the palms
of my hands
I hear the sound of small splashes
as the early birds dive beneath the
bay's surface for their morning meal
and once in awhile their muffled
messages reach me
sweet sounds in the mist
As the boat rocks me like a cradle
I am at peace and unhurried
Until the sun burns away our cover
the bay, the "Matthew", the birds
and me
are content
to be


"ellecee"




Reposted for
Prompt Nights – Summer sets upon earth’s bosom bare –

For Solace

For solace

I stand before

this sculpture

and I see myself

mute

My eyes, nose and ears

blown away

ripped away

by you

and your demonic needs

unmet

Made to feel nothing

but inadequate

I survive

I will survive

I will speak

someday

for now I am

a muted mouth

your

remains

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Today Karin has provided us with
some of her own very interesting photos to act
as a prompt for our poems. 

Day 16

Watershed

A setback
she didn't foresee,
the first alone,

Watershed

She writes her memories
in a cardboard covered notebook

fireflies in the moonlight
footprints from overshoes
sunlit days on highway drives
their lifeblood lovers

Backdrop/children
noisemakers underfoot

Her onetime taleteller
gone underground

How many hours
does the timekeeper give?

Before she can join
her sidekick
again


"ellecee"




Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
from Kerry
The word challenge for our month of April Madness is to use compound words in constructive and imaginative ways.

Day 6

Anticipation

She walks in the wood

and twigs snap

small critters scurry

her dog gives chase

the morning is sultry

mist on the lake

a pair of loons

skimming the surface

no sun

no wind

temperature rising

anticipation too

Ellecee

Ghost

 

Returning to the cabin

I embrace the silence

in the presence of an old friend

joining me for coffee

in front of the fire

As the heat rises

dust floats aimlessly

above our heads

carrying thoughts

of our lost time

Ellecee