Invisible

Who left her there?
In a country where
everyone speaks her language
but not to her
Invisible in the crowd
of the living
Against her will
her children suffer
Tears are not a cure
Frustration reigns amid
the chaos left by her
failure to reach out
"They" cannot offer solace
without knowledge
of need
Diagnosis
death



"Ellecee"





Written for Promp Night
When Shades of loss weave with pattern of madness

Routes

To a stranger

she appears lost

seen struggling through

the dense underbrush of

their perceived doubt

she seems confused

out in the open

away from the protection

of supporting friends

she is vulnerable

so they thought

but unknown to them

she has a map

her course is clearly marked

a crooked line highlighted

with a black pen

her destination marked

with a red star

"ellecee"

Reposted for

Prompt Nights – To travel is to take a journey into Yourself – [28]

The Picture

Photo Credit

I see him now

his face an image on the page

this incident which moves us

to yet another stage

of knowing who we are,

no secrets anymore,

thus revealed to me the packaging

of the man I would adore

This man whose gaze directs

itself at me

    in forthright manner just as he

     would be

     In all our interaction large or small

     and all incidents to date

     I can recall

     I move to him somewhat subdued

     He is revealed to me in every mood

     In reality, not fantasy, I am now set

     and thus allow myself not one regret.

     With faith and fortitude we will progress

     and live this story line with smiles

     and much finesse

     with joy and laughter, tears and fun

     we will move together through this run.

"Ellecee"

Written for:

Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format

Note: This is an old poem and I couldn't find the photo it is

describing. But this handsome gentleman will do  :-)