Category: Ellen’s favourites
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Five Reasons to Love the Long Nights of Winter

Originally posted on Writing Spaces: After a bright afternoon’s quickening light To be cradled by dusk, Its slowly sit-down darkening To contemplate the softening outline of the old cat Curled warm on your grey-trousered lap To watch the women and men with briefcases and backpacks Walk from the bus toward…
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like a prayer

Make it like a prayer that first step onto fresh snow. In this small, quiet moment you have not yet invented yourself. ~~~
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Five Reasons to Love the Long Nights of Winter

After a bright afternoon’s quickening light To be cradled by dusk, Its slowly sit-down darkening To contemplate the softening outline of the old cat Curled warm on your grey-trousered lap To watch the women and men with briefcases and backpacks Walk from the bus toward darkened houses To see a…
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It’s that…
It’s that I’m missing you: an empty cavern where my full heart once was. ~~~
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Sorted Those
Went through the clothes draped over the chair, you know, the in-between, the ones you’re not sure if you should wear one more time – the not worthy to be hung as clean, the not dirty enough to be tossed in the laundry. Went through the letters saved in the…
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The Travelling Onion
To the Muses, with love, 2005 “And I would never scold the onion for causing tears.”* The onion does what it does. We each must live this way. The small tears you have caused me the days of laughter they are of my own making yet they are yours; you…
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A poem written under the influence of Billy Collins*
Sitting on the sofa, staring at the perfect flames; the two cats, having argued over who gets the lap and who the haunch, now settled in their places; I’m thinking about a perfect life, which is what this looks like. Rain drums on the roof and falls in waves from…
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I have finished striding through the day
I have finished striding through the day and yearn now for small comforts a familiar chair a soft lamp a half-read book an old cat Let go of the adventures and the glad-handing let the workers return to their families let me find my way to tomorrow’s courage as night…
