Again

 

She is waiting

She paces the floor

til past mail time

Nothing in the box

again

What made her think

this would be different?

This time he would write

This time he would share

This time he would want her

to know

Know he is thinking of her

Missing her

He seemed so adamant

But no

Here she goes,

 dropping, dropping

Tailspinning 

into grief

Again

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

22. Write about what you 

*don’t* know (or can’t see)

Write a poem about something 

from the lens of its absence.

Going

I see the signs

every day

your favourite books

disappearing

Your soccer shoes

your skis

your winter coat

your signed photo

of  B. B. King

your vinyl

the beer mug you stole.

fromThe Nag’s Head

You think I don’t notice

such small things

mementos  of your life

Nothing of me

no match for you

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with realtoads - This is (almost) the end

and

Skywriting - Match

Invisible

Where am I?

Buried under the lichen

on a rocky shore?

A cushion for your feet

as you contemplate

the ocean’s waves?

Perhaps a honey bee

in the roses you’ve carried

Whose  nectar I long

to taste 

and my need to breath

within the roses

the scent of you

 More likely a pebble

thrown across 

a glassy lake

You laughing as

it skips and slips

beneath the surface

Might I be a spirit?

Inhabiting your

golden retriever

Your stroke calming

my embittered heart

No

I’m invisible to you

No amount of metaphors

will make me real

No amount of tears will wash 

indifference

away

Ellecee

Inspired by:

imaginary garden with real toads - Invisible

and

Skywriting  - strike/stroke

Happy Hour

Having a Guinness

thinking of him

wish he was here

and not just a whim

We'd get mellow

which a chat and a drink

he'd give me a peck

people would blink

Then with decorum

we'd continue our talk

Later on

we'd go for a walk

Over to my place 

it's not very far

we'd look at the moon

and perhaps see a star

On, damn, I'm rambling

lost in my dream

my heart filled with yearnings

a familiar scheme

Other patrons are smiling

and wishing me well

curious they are

this I can tell

I return their smiles

and continue to write

they'd never guess

this non-lover's plight

Longing for someone

who won't look  my way

impatiently waiting

for some future day

When we join together

with joy and with bliss

Nothing would ever

be better than this

So I savour my Guinness

and thinks he's a fool

He doesn't know what he's missing

now  that's just plain cruel

"Ellecee"

Inspired by today's prompt from
imaginary garden with real toads

The One

Enigmatic soul

the last remnant of trust

never given

All of love's tenderness

buried beneath

layers and layers of

cacophony.

Longings linger

bitterness melting

over time

An open mind

wishing for

a lesser loss

Ellecee

First poem for National Poetry Month 2018
with a  prompt from 
imaginary garden with real toads
Your prompt is simple today. Let's write poems about being first, or on the subject of one--the power of one, one love, first in line, one is the loneliest number, we're number one--you got it. Go!

An Innocuous Box

(for Terry)

An innocuous box

arrived by the post

mysteries are welcome

this one from the coast

My daughter's name

as sender on surface

an unexpected missive

what could be its purpose?

The unwrapping happened

as quick as a wink

a box of cigars

now that made me blink

What was she thinking?

I quit years ago

to start up again

would make me a schmo

I opened the box

and nestled inside

something so special

I chuckled and sighed

A sweet little bracelet

so delicate and glowing

such a surprise

my heart's overflowing

How clever she was

a twist to cause shock

to deliver Pandora

in an innocuous box

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

from Susie,

Bits of Inspiration ~ Bracelet ~

 ~ Day 7

Alas

Alas! he was the one

Who came when loss had just begun

He filled the gaps with sweet refrains

Made flowers out of dead remains

We laughed and cried and sang of love

I the hand and he the glove

I sprouted wings and flew so high

There was nothing I wouldn’t try

And then one day he went away

Leaving me in disarray

I was crippled, I fell to earth,

Questioned daily what it was worth

I settled for memories as the prize

That only he could realize

Alas! he was the one

My helpless heart could not outrun.

Ellecee

Reposted 

A Missed Engagement

She:  you lied to me in September

He:   my dear I don't remember

She:  you said we would wed in spring

He:    I don't remember a thing

She:   you promised our love forever

He:    now that would be an endeavor

She:   are you mocking me now, kind Sir?

He:    no, my mind's a bit of a blur

She:   then you never meant a word

He:    I'm sorry, this is absurd

She:   then leave me now, you swine

He:    madame, the pleasure is mine




"ellecee"




Izy's Challenge - A document for discussion


NaPoWriMo #10

Frenetic Two

Oh frenetic two

where are you?

Flown away out

into the wilderness

of blue

T'would be such

a rich sorrow

in some distant

tomorrow

to hang once again

on such

a sweet rack

of pain.

"ellecee"

An excerpt from :Her Story by Ellecee

Hello and Goodbye

From his latest discovery pad
he launches rockets
of excitement toward
a known destination
Filled to the brim with himself
he is flying toward
lost participation, regained,
lost friendship, reframed,
just for him
From her observation deck
she watches in awe and angst
seeing his rockets lighting up
the sky and filling her landscape
with a kaleidoscope of colour
not for her
In the aftermath she searches
for the answers to old questions
but there are none
she can only remain the
conscientious observer of
her own fate
she is armed against the inevitable
alone
His rockets have struck accurately
on target, and he relaxes in the
knowledge of reversed rejection
and a certain retributive justice
which flavours his day
with bright ideas
as he contemplates
the pleasures of
new alliances
he is not
alone



"ellecee"

Wilderness

The wilderness
calls to me
the ancient
spaces
I have never
 seen

The ones I
have encountered
by accident
in the beginning,
later, by design

The smell of
burnt bush on
the desert floor

The sight of
the tundra
in spring

A moving field
of tinted grass
the colour of
gold nuggets

And I ask myself
a question
about you and I
and our
ever present
fascination
with one another

Drawn to the
wilderness
of our differences
dry as a desert,
fragrant as
arctic tundra

Opposites
yearning to be
unopposed



"ellecee"

The Last Romance

the last

romance

came by chance

the next

they say

could be far away

beyond years

beyond fears

beyond tears

maybe it’s just me

who can’t see

beyond the surface

maybe it’s just me

who can’t see

a lot of purpose

maybe it’s just me

out on a limb

with 

the Brothers Grimm

not to go back

no, not that.

to go forward

with style

perhaps

 a smile

across the abyss

something

like

this 

"ellecee"

Alas! he was the one!

Alas! he was the one

Who came when loss had just begun
He filled the gaps with sweet refrains
Made flowers out of dead remains
We laughed and cried and sang of love
I the hand and he the glove
I sprouted wings and flew so high
There was nothing I wouldn’t try
And then one day he went away
Leaving me in disarray
I was crippled, I fell to earth,
Questioned daily what it was worth
I settled for memories as the prize
That only he could realize
Alas! he was the one
My helpless heart could not outrun.

"ellecee"

Note: This poem was written in March last year in response to a challenge given by Leo of "I Rhyme Without Reason" on his Facebook pages. 

Jigalong Song

We came
to this
place
as adventurers
and
explorers

You felt
on the edge
I felt
I had
returned
to the
womb

We
wrestled
for position
in a place
where
there need be
none

A place
of peace,
solitude,
and ever
present
silence

During quiet
periods
we sat
facing
knee to knee
hand in hand
eyes
closed

Willing
the spirits
to give us
answers
to the
unanswerable

Answers to
old
questions

Where
does love
come from?

Where
does love
 go?

What is
the sound
of loss?

Jigalong song.







"ellecee"




Jigalong Sunset (photo credit)
Jigalong is a remote Australian Indigenous community of approximately 427 people located in Western Australia. 

An Inconvenience

She has been a nuisance woman

He could have done better with a Lab retriever,
faithful, obedient, and speechless;
unable to write letters
or call on the telephone

She, the cocoon lady,
locked herself away
from the rape of cold suitors
Filled with suspicion and disbelief
unable to open in a night

Inconvenient woman
wanting to make a mark on him
invisible to the naked eye
but felt in his heart

Wanting to emerge sometimes
through the words of a song
in a quiet office by the telephone
through the liquid warmth of a cup of tea
or thoughts of field mice in a country kitchen

a dance

anything

Nuisance woman
feeling memories
through the palms of her hands
and coming up
empty




"ellecee"