Submissions by Wafflenose (Ellie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
KALEIDOSCOPE: Poems about life in its glorious technicolour (2022); AWAITING THE DAWN: Poems of hope for life's journey (2023); Both available on Amazon UK, US and Worldwide.
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2021 12:10pm
8th Aug 2021 12:10pm
L'impossibilité (The Impossible)
C'est très difficile;
À la limite de l'impossibilité.
Mais ce qui semble impossible
Doit être rendu possible.
Je dois le faire
Pour nous deux.
Un temps de changement;
Un temps de croissance.
Prenez tout ce que j'ai,
Et tout ce que je suis.
Empruntez un peu de ma force.
Ça peut nous encercler tous les deux
Pendant que nous attendons.
Translation:
It is very difficult;
Verging on impossible.
But that which seems impossible
Must be made possible.
I must do it ...
À la limite de l'impossibilité.
Mais ce qui semble impossible
Doit être rendu possible.
Je dois le faire
Pour nous deux.
Un temps de changement;
Un temps de croissance.
Prenez tout ce que j'ai,
Et tout ce que je suis.
Empruntez un peu de ma force.
Ça peut nous encercler tous les deux
Pendant que nous attendons.
Translation:
It is very difficult;
Verging on impossible.
But that which seems impossible
Must be made possible.
I must do it ...
#hope
#teens
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
448 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 9:11pm
7th Aug 2021 9:11pm
Achnahaird
Squinting against the early morning sun,
Running barefoot down the hill.,
This is what dreams are made of!
Rough paved path gradually gives way
To sandy ground punctuated
By thick tufts of grass.
Excitement builds.
Uncomfortable heat of neoprene suit
Is more than worth the future joy.
Jump, scramble, bound...
Pure sand awaits.
So soft and fine,
Yet searing with heat
Despite the day's youth.
Particles gather between toes
Until dampness begins to seep
Up through the sand,
Compacting it
Into something much...
Running barefoot down the hill.,
This is what dreams are made of!
Rough paved path gradually gives way
To sandy ground punctuated
By thick tufts of grass.
Excitement builds.
Uncomfortable heat of neoprene suit
Is more than worth the future joy.
Jump, scramble, bound...
Pure sand awaits.
So soft and fine,
Yet searing with heat
Despite the day's youth.
Particles gather between toes
Until dampness begins to seep
Up through the sand,
Compacting it
Into something much...
#happiness
#sea
#beach #uplifting
#beach #uplifting
615 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 8:33pm
7th Aug 2021 8:33pm
The Enemy Within
Out of nowhere,
He reappears:
That monster within.
Asleep, dormant for so long
That he's drowsy at first.
As he stirs from his slumber,
He sends small shockwaves
And feelings of malaise.
I brush them off,
Shake my head clear,
Disregard them and say,
"If I ignore this,
It might go away."
As days turn into weeks,
He begins to take hold,
And tries to control
My work, my time, my thoughts,
My life.
I busy myself,
Absorbed in music:
My life's work!
A life lived full of colour,
Replete with...
He reappears:
That monster within.
Asleep, dormant for so long
That he's drowsy at first.
As he stirs from his slumber,
He sends small shockwaves
And feelings of malaise.
I brush them off,
Shake my head clear,
Disregard them and say,
"If I ignore this,
It might go away."
As days turn into weeks,
He begins to take hold,
And tries to control
My work, my time, my thoughts,
My life.
I busy myself,
Absorbed in music:
My life's work!
A life lived full of colour,
Replete with...
#MentalHealth
331 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 10:13am
7th Aug 2021 10:13am
Kynance Cove
Place of exquisite beauty;
we walk, then run, then climb
ever downwards
then pause to look at breathtaking views.
We've been here more than fifty times
but every trek is still worthwhile.
Steps grow ever steeper
until we land on fine, white sand
and scramble over boulders,
splendorous cliffs yawning overhead.
Kids run on in front,
keen to splash into the sea,
while their dad tries to locate
the best possible bit of beach.
I sit for a while on a boulder -
strong, immovable and firm.
My fingers skim...
we walk, then run, then climb
ever downwards
then pause to look at breathtaking views.
We've been here more than fifty times
but every trek is still worthwhile.
Steps grow ever steeper
until we land on fine, white sand
and scramble over boulders,
splendorous cliffs yawning overhead.
Kids run on in front,
keen to splash into the sea,
while their dad tries to locate
the best possible bit of beach.
I sit for a while on a boulder -
strong, immovable and firm.
My fingers skim...
#beauty
#beach
#nature
378 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 10:09am
7th Aug 2021 10:09am
Dusk
Sunlight squints across the horizon,
Leaving trails of pink and orange as it fades.
The sky exchanges her daytime robes of azure
For her alluring indigo night attire.
As crickets chirp and mosquitos buzz,
A whole new world emerges.
Night creatures begin to appear
As humans tire and begin to relax.
The children's excited shouts are silenced
While sleep carries them to morning.
What's done is done; what's said is said.
Today has been lived, and tomorrow is a new day.
Leaving trails of pink and orange as it fades.
The sky exchanges her daytime robes of azure
For her alluring indigo night attire.
As crickets chirp and mosquitos buzz,
A whole new world emerges.
Night creatures begin to appear
As humans tire and begin to relax.
The children's excited shouts are silenced
While sleep carries them to morning.
What's done is done; what's said is said.
Today has been lived, and tomorrow is a new day.
#night
#nature
536 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 10:33pm
6th Aug 2021 10:33pm
Collaboration
Work together,” he said.
“Share your ideas.
Make a plan, then
Report back to me.”
They huddled together, heads low,
By turns pensive, inspired, amused.
She sat ambivalent;
There, but not there.
Assisting, yet disengaged.
Saving ideas for herself.
She produced great work
Which he admired.
Her rewards were high grades
And ample praise
But not for teamwork.
“I’ll need some help,” the mother explained.
“Someone to assist on Saturday night.
It won’t take long;
A friend to be here for about an hour.” ...
“Share your ideas.
Make a plan, then
Report back to me.”
They huddled together, heads low,
By turns pensive, inspired, amused.
She sat ambivalent;
There, but not there.
Assisting, yet disengaged.
Saving ideas for herself.
She produced great work
Which he admired.
Her rewards were high grades
And ample praise
But not for teamwork.
“I’ll need some help,” the mother explained.
“Someone to assist on Saturday night.
It won’t take long;
A friend to be here for about an hour.” ...
#relationships
415 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 10:33pm
6th Aug 2021 10:33pm
Grief
Circling the dawn of middle age,
Many have been loved and lost.
Each life made an impact;
Brought colour, joy and memories.
The greatest loss was the first:
Was I just young and impressionable?
Partly... but after quarter of a century
Some unexpected quiet moments,
Some challenges at work
And the mention of Christingles
Provide dazzling emotional recall.
I am transported back to that moment
And every now and then
Allow myself to feel that shock and pain.
They say that there are stages of grief
And that might be...
Many have been loved and lost.
Each life made an impact;
Brought colour, joy and memories.
The greatest loss was the first:
Was I just young and impressionable?
Partly... but after quarter of a century
Some unexpected quiet moments,
Some challenges at work
And the mention of Christingles
Provide dazzling emotional recall.
I am transported back to that moment
And every now and then
Allow myself to feel that shock and pain.
They say that there are stages of grief
And that might be...
#grief
#death
355 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 2:30pm
6th Aug 2021 2:30pm
Acceptance
Into one moment of consideration
Fly many years of thoughts;
Plans spinning in a whirlpool of
Love, laughter and colourful memories.
From the chaos, fragments of
Forgotten dreams appear.
Small snatches of the past threaten to
Unseat the future.
For still there remains
A desire to go and do, be and see;
A life driven by perpetual rhythm;
A pressing weight of exacting expectation.
Displaced by cool self-awareness,
Distant dreams evaporate,
Leaving in their wake the pursuit of glittering lights
Of a...
Fly many years of thoughts;
Plans spinning in a whirlpool of
Love, laughter and colourful memories.
From the chaos, fragments of
Forgotten dreams appear.
Small snatches of the past threaten to
Unseat the future.
For still there remains
A desire to go and do, be and see;
A life driven by perpetual rhythm;
A pressing weight of exacting expectation.
Displaced by cool self-awareness,
Distant dreams evaporate,
Leaving in their wake the pursuit of glittering lights
Of a...
#LifeGoals
#disability
387 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 2:15pm
6th Aug 2021 2:15pm
The Essence of Music
Breath
gave life,
inspired Melody—
soul's language.
Rhythm:
humanity's heartbeat.
gave life,
inspired Melody—
soul's language.
Rhythm:
humanity's heartbeat.
#birth
#music
#humankind
424 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 11:05pm
5th Aug 2021 11:05pm
If
If my love were enough...
You would rise with each new dawn
And fly on soundless wings;
Soar high above the earth
Released from Time and Things.
If my love were enough...
We could catch a wave and travel;
Riding on currents, mum and daughter -
To see the beauty and splendour
Of a world beneath the water.
If my love were enough...
You could live in a beautiful palace
Perched high upon a mountain,
Fashioned from the finest gold,
Complete with a sparkling fountain.
If my love were enough...
You...
You would rise with each new dawn
And fly on soundless wings;
Soar high above the earth
Released from Time and Things.
If my love were enough...
We could catch a wave and travel;
Riding on currents, mum and daughter -
To see the beauty and splendour
Of a world beneath the water.
If my love were enough...
You could live in a beautiful palace
Perched high upon a mountain,
Fashioned from the finest gold,
Complete with a sparkling fountain.
If my love were enough...
You...
#love
#motherhood
#dreams #daughter
#dreams #daughter
530 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 11:04pm
5th Aug 2021 11:04pm
The Visitor (2)
Nobody saw you enter
And you didn’t bother to knock.
I don’t know how long you’ve been hiding here,
Though with hindsight, I might have known.
You turned down the volume,
Yet somehow increased the noise.
You dimmed the lights
And filled the air with a strange electric charge.
Dark netting screened out the real world -
It could still be seen, but seemed so far away
With no obvious means of return.
You turned up gravity
And spread treacle all over the floor,
Making it difficult to move.
You interfered with time,
Which...
And you didn’t bother to knock.
I don’t know how long you’ve been hiding here,
Though with hindsight, I might have known.
You turned down the volume,
Yet somehow increased the noise.
You dimmed the lights
And filled the air with a strange electric charge.
Dark netting screened out the real world -
It could still be seen, but seemed so far away
With no obvious means of return.
You turned up gravity
And spread treacle all over the floor,
Making it difficult to move.
You interfered with time,
Which...
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
530 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 1:57pm
5th Aug 2021 1:57pm
More Than You Know
Year 7 French class:
Pens scrawling busily,
Buzz of chat in the air
And suddenly it hits me -
The teacher's started feeling ill.
She carries on enthusiastically.
I look around -
They're all absorbed in what's being said
Not the way she says it.
Was it a change in tone,
A weariness or false cheer?
She thinks that I don't know
That she's trying to push through,
But I hear.
Wednesday morning break time
Working in a school:
Wearily climbing stairs -
It's going to be a long day.
I quietly push open ...
Pens scrawling busily,
Buzz of chat in the air
And suddenly it hits me -
The teacher's started feeling ill.
She carries on enthusiastically.
I look around -
They're all absorbed in what's being said
Not the way she says it.
Was it a change in tone,
A weariness or false cheer?
She thinks that I don't know
That she's trying to push through,
But I hear.
Wednesday morning break time
Working in a school:
Wearily climbing stairs -
It's going to be a long day.
I quietly push open ...
#relationships
#conflict
#SelfReflection
319 reads
3 Comments
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