Submissions by Wafflenose (Ellie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I write a lot about the darker side of the human condition, the restorative powers of nature, and the need to have hope. I've been published in half a dozen anthologies, and am slowly putting my first book together.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2021 6:17pm
2nd Dec 2021 6:17pm
Identity Crisis
What kind of person
cannot tell the difference
between euphoria and despair?
Though poles apart,
they have the same unsettling effect
and evoke shadows
of each other.
Are there others like her,
who fall through the cracks
between the able-bodied and disabled worlds?
Uncomfortable in both,
she feels like a fraud —
while trying to appear 'normal'
and when letting her guard slip.
How can she find a way
to feed a restless mind
that never stays still;
while protecting her fragile emotions
from...
cannot tell the difference
between euphoria and despair?
Though poles apart,
they have the same unsettling effect
and evoke shadows
of each other.
Are there others like her,
who fall through the cracks
between the able-bodied and disabled worlds?
Uncomfortable in both,
she feels like a fraud —
while trying to appear 'normal'
and when letting her guard slip.
How can she find a way
to feed a restless mind
that never stays still;
while protecting her fragile emotions
from...
#identity
#MentalHealth
#disability
156 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2021 11:37pm
1st Dec 2021 11:37pm
Note to self
A couple of bad days do not signify absolute catastrophe. You'll be fine.
Don't change your whole life based on today.
You can't fix everyone else.
If you finally believe you deserve better, maybe you do.
If you don't try, you'll never know.
But... but... but...
Oh for a crystal ball.
Don't change your whole life based on today.
You can't fix everyone else.
If you finally believe you deserve better, maybe you do.
If you don't try, you'll never know.
But... but... but...
Oh for a crystal ball.
#LifeStruggles
#choices
101 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2021 9:47pm
26th Sep 2021 9:47pm
Nonet
For this competition, I would like
entries using the nonet form.
Starting with nine syllables,
each line will get shorter
until you reach one.
Any subject
except porn.
Get set...
GO!
entries using the nonet form.
Starting with nine syllables,
each line will get shorter
until you reach one.
Any subject
except porn.
Get set...
GO!
#WritingPoetry
143 reads
SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2021 2:41am
16th Sep 2021 2:41am
A Paradox
I'm a fool if I think I am clever,
and clever to know that I'm foolish.
Does that cleverness make me more foolish
or the foolishness make me more clever?
I'm still none the wiser.
and clever to know that I'm foolish.
Does that cleverness make me more foolish
or the foolishness make me more clever?
I'm still none the wiser.
#philosophical
175 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2021 11:07pm
7th Sep 2021 11:07pm
Silent
If I do not write about it,
then did it really happen?
When life is a struggle,
I fall silent,
disengage from the world
and People.
Avoidance
is one way of pretending
it isn't real.
then did it really happen?
When life is a struggle,
I fall silent,
disengage from the world
and People.
Avoidance
is one way of pretending
it isn't real.
#SelfReflection
208 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2021 7:59pm
2nd Sep 2021 7:59pm
She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
It's back:
that sinking, sickening feeling
of pure dread.
Down, down, down it drops
into my very core,
over and over.
It's hard to focus
when all attention
is focused on steeling myself:
summoning energy,
mental strength and fortitude
to do battle once more,
but for her not me.
Unsure of what I'll find,
I take deep breaths,
calm and steady myself
ready to be called upon.
There is a strange detachment
when thinking about what happened
and what might yet happen.
It's a...
that sinking, sickening feeling
of pure dread.
Down, down, down it drops
into my very core,
over and over.
It's hard to focus
when all attention
is focused on steeling myself:
summoning energy,
mental strength and fortitude
to do battle once more,
but for her not me.
Unsure of what I'll find,
I take deep breaths,
calm and steady myself
ready to be called upon.
There is a strange detachment
when thinking about what happened
and what might yet happen.
It's a...
#teens
#MentalHealth
171 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2021 4:51pm
2nd Sep 2021 4:51pm
Covid-19
Wash your hands,
wear a mask,
stay apart.
Lockdown starts,
cases fall,
lockdown ends.
Live your life,
but there's no
going back.
wear a mask,
stay apart.
Lockdown starts,
cases fall,
lockdown ends.
Live your life,
but there's no
going back.
#pandemic
170 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2021 3:03am
2nd Sep 2021 3:03am
Obsession
For as long as I can remember,
This has been my fascination:
Water! Lakes, pools, rivers, sea.
If it's wet, I'll swim there.
Winding moorland stream?
Cold Highland Loch?
No problem!
I'll jump
In.
This has been my fascination:
Water! Lakes, pools, rivers, sea.
If it's wet, I'll swim there.
Winding moorland stream?
Cold Highland Loch?
No problem!
I'll jump
In.
#water
#nature
139 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2021 00:16am
2nd Sep 2021 00:16am
At a crossroads
If it's time to leave,
illuminate my way.
Let me feel at peace
if it's best to stay.
I want to do what's right;
guide me either way.
illuminate my way.
Let me feel at peace
if it's best to stay.
I want to do what's right;
guide me either way.
#LifeStruggles
#choices
158 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2021 2:43am
31st Aug 2021 2:43am
April
I breathe warm air upon the earth.
Life-giving breath. Ruach.
I push the darkness back towards the night
giving the sun more hours;
encouraging growth, new life, rebirth.
My cascading showers irrigate the soil,
quenching the thirst of the plants and flowers.
Leaves and grass spring forth,
transforming the world to shades of green
which are interspersed with white clouds in the sky
and early clouds of pinkish blossom on the trees.
Esprit d'avril.
Life-giving breath. Ruach.
I push the darkness back towards the night
giving the sun more hours;
encouraging growth, new life, rebirth.
My cascading showers irrigate the soil,
quenching the thirst of the plants and flowers.
Leaves and grass spring forth,
transforming the world to shades of green
which are interspersed with white clouds in the sky
and early clouds of pinkish blossom on the trees.
Esprit d'avril.
#spring
#nature
89 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2021 8:17pm
30th Aug 2021 8:17pm
Catharsis
Dear Kay,
Oh, the benefits of hindsight.
If only I had known back then what I know now!
Three questions I would have asked you
before you died:
~What are all of your favourite things?
I'm sure your son would love to know.
~Would you do it all again?
~How do I begin my career without my mentor?
A booklet of pointers would be great!
Three things I would have told you
before you left us for ever:
~Your son and husband will be fine. After...
Oh, the benefits of hindsight.
If only I had known back then what I know now!
Three questions I would have asked you
before you died:
~What are all of your favourite things?
I'm sure your son would love to know.
~Would you do it all again?
~How do I begin my career without my mentor?
A booklet of pointers would be great!
Three things I would have told you
before you left us for ever:
~Your son and husband will be fine. After...
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife #honesty
#TruthOfLife #honesty
152 reads
11 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
30th Aug 2021 6:40pm
30th Aug 2021 6:40pm
Shadows
Watchful,
hyper-vigilant
and easily startled,
she wakes at the sound of a breath
or a rustle—
all senses on overdrive;
extra attuned to her surroundings.
Images emblazoned in her mind
(some real and some imagined)—
bicycle, field, friends and a phone;
trying to heat up a carton of soup
to feed herself and her child,
and finding even that small task impossible
in the midst of chaos.
Friends and strangers texting, ringing, knocking at the door
with their many questions and suggestions
but no...
hyper-vigilant
and easily startled,
she wakes at the sound of a breath
or a rustle—
all senses on overdrive;
extra attuned to her surroundings.
Images emblazoned in her mind
(some real and some imagined)—
bicycle, field, friends and a phone;
trying to heat up a carton of soup
to feed herself and her child,
and finding even that small task impossible
in the midst of chaos.
Friends and strangers texting, ringing, knocking at the door
with their many questions and suggestions
but no...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#PTSD
167 reads
2 Comments
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