Sunday, July 26, 2015

Play it Again Poetry Prompt

               soars in blue
                        blanket of stars,  on clouds' silver threads
                              tangled in pinwheel's gold
                                        crowned by mountain's purple eyes

     cherub born
sky's periwinkle gown lifts as head crowns
Lunar acts as midwife
     Red sun sailor's delight now cries

time shifted
waves washed ashore my skin leaving
crow's feet and crevices
I see you smile in my mirror
eyes reflect pale jade treasure

 © Ella Wilson

A big shout out to editor, Devon Warren and Stampington & Company~  Thank you, so much for picking my photo inspired post card art to grace the pages of The Stampers' Sampler~   I am thrilled-to the moon and back!!

Thursday, July 9, 2015

The Edge

I didn't fall over the edge-I just wasn't feeling my best. My thyroid went off the charts-for a bit. I was in Debbie Downer mode. 
 I have been busy-I put my house on a diet. I still have the dreaded attic to face-too hot up there right now.

 So, Kerry from the Imaginary Garden emailed July's schedule and there was my name. I knew it was time to come back. I have missed blogging, missed all of you and feel sad I didn't keep up. My friend, Sherry kept emailing me to see if I was still alive. 

 My prompt over in the Imaginary Garden is: 

 I want to end my Debbie Downer cycle. So, let's not concentrate on what we have out grown, but what we will never out grow! My first thoughts are: Love, laughter, the ocean, the stars, flowers, rainbows, the sky's color, words, rebirth of spring, puppies, music, movies, and much, much more. Poets, writers and artists seem to be able to keep their inner child alive longer, than most. So, pen a poem about what you will never out grow-what will always delight, inspire, and amaze you. 

 © Ella Wilson

Christmas in July

  my gift- a doll
 found in a field 
of yellow stars
 wearing a green 
striped dress 
with tiger stripes 
named my sugar, Ruby
 She blushes bright red, not pink
 melts my heart 
her kisses so, sweet. 

my doll makes me feel 
nine years 
 with a giddy grin 
I hold my doll 
Her teeth are black n' white

 her bright red smile
wider than mine
wiping sugar's kisses off my chin 
will never get old. 

 © Ella Wilson