Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Finish Line

Izzie prompted us for the last day of National Poetry Month, with
  'A BANG...A WHIMPER....A SYLLABANT HISS '


Izzie's prompt:  IMAGINE---

"A few minutes from now, you  lose all means of communication with humanity.  You will not die, but will no longer be able to interact with the world.  Whats the last thing you say?"


KEEP IN MIND 
"Like every challenge, your poem must by newly written for this challenge and not one which you have previously written which conveniently fits the theme." 




Pick roses
not  thorns
pluck words
which float
like wings
in silvered
salmon light
jumping upon
puddles of day
 into rainbows of
night
keep your
Indigo child
alive
in mirror's edge.

 © Ella Wilson


I have had my son's puppy, Wade today.  I am worn out, running, being dragged through puddles and playing chase.  I blew a huge bubble with my gum and scared the hell out of him.  He keeps waking my husband up so I have to run down the hall and haul him back out into the living room.   

I want to commend all of you that finished the National Poetry Challenge and those of you-who did the A-Z blogging challenge.  

Congrats!!!







Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Blooming Cardinal


Over in the Garden, Magaly mentioned how some flowers were named after animals.  She witnessed Frog Cups in New York, which inspired this prompt.   I selected the Cardinal Vine-a 
hummingbird favorite.


Ruby Red Slippers


Jungle green feathers
cling, climb
glorious
cousins
creating
 peek-a-boo 
premiere screen

Blooming
ruby red slipper-
skimmer fashions for
 winged fairies to
saturate
Walk of Fame
sipping Mimosas
among perfumed 
celebrities.

 © Ella Wilson

 

 

 


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Tuesday Platform




Stealing Light

  At night I clamor 
stealing shadows
echoed in moon's song
 
awake
stitching blue threads
streaking pale light
into
indigo brow
gliding
wisdom
 
falling stars light path
as silence kills
enthusiasm
I glide into yellow
Van Gogh
with my lucky rabbit's foot.
 


© Ella Wilson

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Play It Again

"June" 1911 Oil on Canvas
John White Alexander



Alone beautiful coral
dainty envelopes
furl glowing heart
 idealistic
  journey

Kama Sutra life

moaning narcissistic orange
 
pleasing  Quiet Riot
 
swirling tumultuous union
vivid whispers Xylose
yes
© Ella Wilson

Over in the Garden, Margaret challenged us to Play it Again.  I selected Marion's A-Z poetry challenge~



Friday, April 24, 2015

Cinderella

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A bit of magic
lurks in daylight's rose
her blush cheeks
flush sky's
smile

 goodness
lurks
through
heart's aperture
imagination clouds
roll into
third eye
cherub glee
ebbs n' flows
like the ocean's 
true blue serenade


courage to trust
grey garden's
 glints of gold
painted
trees'
 hands
sewn in spines
stitched with dreams
in wafts of vanilla, moss and lilac
peel back life's layers

Brave soul with 
constellation's freckles
your daisy crown
n' wild child nature
roam earth's 
horizon
 searching for stars
on earth
which twinkle 
the brightest. 

 ©Ella Wilson



I have had quite an evening!  I took a lot of photos of giggling girls and  cute couples dressed in their best.  Oh, to be young again-nah!   I don't want to force and pinch my feet in high heels or deal with teenage drama.   I didn't mind being in my rags on the other side of the camera.




 


 

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Legs

Over in the Garden, Karin mentioned legs.  So, I am going to write about the last leg I stood on.  My son needed me to watch his puppy, Wade.  He was dropped him off Sunday evening and by midnight I realized the puppy had slept all day.  I finally dragged a mattress into my daughter's old room, which is getting a make over and encouraged him with a rawhide chew and a ceiling fan to settle down.   He finally did and I passed out until 2:30am-he asked to go out.  Then he woke me  again at 5am.  I gave up and got up.  I haven't been the same since Wade arrived.  He dragged me,  pulled me, got away from me headed to the snake pit swamp.  It didn't help that it was early in the morning and I was in a long T-shirt and flip flops hollering at a beagle. I didn't run...I knew he would.  I hoped I was having a nightmare as I stood sinking in leave muck worried about snakes.  Wade has a new name  Devil Dog.   I have photos on my cell phone of the huge seven foot long black snake we saw a few hours after our event.  I was more worried about Wade running away than the neighbors seeing me in my pj's, but I have learned my lesson.   He has the sweetest face, but all day long he would scratch to go outside, five minutes after being indoors. I had him for several days-he wore me out~




Waderful

You zigzagged me
through the forest
chasing a rabbit
chasing a bird
chasing daylight

Buff n' tough
you escaped
lunged for soaring
wings
towards swamp things
Devil Dog
you want a treat
you furbaby from hell

dragging me to all 
corners of my
hood
I am sore
calf muscles knotted
zombie like I wander
into  day
you are gone
did I dream
of you-playing
with Underdog
chasing me
looping me through trees
running at me and then pulling
me like a kite.



I apologize-I am still worn out from lack of sleep and this  furry personal trainer torturing me.  My son asked if I could watch him next week.  A free fitness session-yippie!  I am so not doing
a Snoopy dance~  


 
 



Friday, April 17, 2015

Nature Transformed

Hannah invited us to write a Haiku, since today is 







fallen star spirals 
cosmic tumbleweed floats n' spins
dandelion wishes







moon plays tug of war
Indigo child bundles up
sunlight waves hello









daffodils tea party
Turtle wears thirteen pearl moons
rainbow wears wide grin


  ©Ella Wilson