Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Finish Line

Izzie prompted us for the last day of National Poetry Month, with

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?"

"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
keep your
Indigo child
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.  


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
premiere screen

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

 © Ella Wilson




Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Tuesday Platform

Stealing Light

  At night I clamor 
stealing shadows
echoed in moon's song
stitching blue threads
streaking pale light
indigo brow
falling stars light path
as silence kills
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

Kama Sutra life

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



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

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
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 
 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


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~


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

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

dragging me to all 
corners of my
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

Thursday, April 16, 2015

What's Your Vision

  Cosmic Galaxy Egg by Andrew Logan

 Van Gogh's Egg

Oh, dear, Oh, dear is that gold thing
his ear?
Did starry, starry night
drop a meteor on
mad genius

Visual swirls of
labyrinth clouds, silver starlight and
sliver of a crescent moon
luminous curves in  Mother of Pearl
bedazzle in a Milky Way twirl 

Sparks of light, shards of memories
reflections n' orbs of
life's jewels
in shades of 
a cosmic trail
madness to sadness
we lost

©Ella Wilson

            This prompt is by Miss Lolamouse!  Thank you~

Wednesday, April 15, 2015


Hedgewitch aka Joy invited us to write about folly. 
So, many ideas came to mind.

The Challenge: 

So, toads and readers, it's time to build a Folly. 

Here are a few suggestions:

  • Write about something in your life into which you've put large amounts of your resources, something silly but decorative and pleasing, or something purely eccentric, even bizarre.

  • Possibly you have experienced someone elses' Folly in a way that was significant to you, for good or ill.

  • There could also be something darker in this concept: something dishonest, arrogant, wasteful, submerged as Wright's Folly was under a murky veneer of wealth and respectability. Go for it.

  • Perhaps you'd like to dig a little deeper into that classic snake-oil salesman J Whittaker Wright himself; his mind, his life or death, his scams or his fall from grace.

  • Your Folly might also be an historical parallel, or a more contemporary or general one. ( Both Bernie Madoff and politics come to mind.) 

  • You might want to write from the point of view of an onlooker, a swindled investor, Wright himself, or even Neptune. 


    "Lobster Telephone," by Salvador Dali, 1936


     Dilly Dali

    Would you answer

    a Crustacean sensation?

    I sat on a West woman's lips

      Want a ride in my

      rainy rolls

    a burning giraffe

    melted my time piece

    on a Horseback Salad

    8 pages in Vogue

    Wallis posed

    I painted her a lobster


    I have my eye

    on time

    wanna see?