Hello everyone! I keep thinking how to explain my lack of everything online. There is so many things that have happened to me-words tangle as I try to choke them out. I am okay, but sad. One of our pets died and I feel the void. I do not lack words-I am scattered. Here is an attempt for Corey's challenge. Corey always makes me thinking of fishing. Why is that I wonder? Maybe because he drops his line of prompts into so many different worlds. Corey is a rig-that is a good thing and we never know what he will offer up, next!
He asked us to ask someone a family member, a kid, a neighbor for an opening line to our poem or just a word to get us underway. Thank you Corey~
He asked us to ask someone a family member, a kid, a neighbor for an opening line to our poem or just a word to get us underway. Thank you Corey~
LOST
Murmuring green stars hide
under winter’s blanket
Reindeer moss waves
hanging on Persimmon brow
melting sea of muddy frost
pools n' puddles
like tarnished copper pennies falling into brine
Mood chimes as day sails in
with red blinking numbers
lost lambs wander in n out of day
Straggling threads of metal linger
I plant blue wishes into night sky
Digging through chill of night
tucking your indigo blanket up to
my chin
I wade through sea of ghosts moths
coaxed by their singing
I fall into gurgling river
I fall into gurgling river
cold n' slow- I thaw
night light follows me on empty dark road
her fuzzy pale white gown
floats a line on horizon
moored silhouettes tangle my seaweed thoughts
lost in coastal fog
lost in coastal fog
I wait for yellow foam to rise,
soldier like i march into day.
©Ellen Wilson
©Ellen Wilson
Comments
I'm so sorry about your pet. Our dogs are family members, and I know how much losing one hurts.
No worries about your lack of presence-I'm the same way these days, but you're in my thoughts.
Your poem illustrates such yearning. You seem to have found your words.
Nice poem as always.
Hugs and chocolate!
I wait for yellow foam to rise,
soldier like i march into day
Taking it by the horns,one needs to be brave and soldier on! Nicely Ella!
Hank
So sorry about your pet. They do touch our hearts, don't they?
Hank-Thank you! I do feel ill as I march, but life goes on. Thank you~
Shelly-Thank you! Yes, our pets, our our family~ Hugs to you, sorry I ate the chocolate!
Mary-Thank you! Yes, we all are soldiers embracing the light and facing the darkness.
Lolamouse-Thank you! You are so right, our pets are our family members. It is always hard to endure. Thank you...
You have worked your grief into a wonderful poem here. The sorrow is palpable but so is the hope.
Love and hugs,
K
My little angel is my sanity!
Brian-I am sorry to hear this-I do think the holidays make it a bit more difficult. Thank you~
Mary Ann-Thank you, you send the best virtual hugs!
Susie-Thank you-your poem touched me, too. I was sitting right by the red tropical wonder-you described.
Suzanne-I remember it was not that long ago! I am sorry... Thank you~
Sherry-Thank you! The odd thing was I was driving. I have never seen them like this. Only when I walk at night-it was unique~ Thank you
Colette-Thank you!
Corey-Yes, I agree sharing connects us on so many levels~ We need to be open and show our humanity. I know so many who don't. Sad...
Thank you!
Thank you~
Dezzy-Thank you for stopping by~
Helen-Thank you~ No loss is a pain that shows up at odd times...You are right!
Yolanda-Thank you! enJOY your little angel-they truly are a gift~
Ella, I am so very sorry about your pet. That would just crush me. My two black goobers drive me nuts but I love them to pieces.
The poem was beautifully written and with just such vivid descriptions. And this is coming from a guy who doesn't usually care for poetry, so that says something.
Lee
Wrote By Rote
Lee-Thank you! I wish you the very same! Cheers to goodness in all of your endeavors~
Wanda-Thank you dear friend~
BeerfortheShower-Thank you this means a lot! Enjoy your furry family they are a gift to our souls~
You are kind-thank you~