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770 · Oct 1
Eleo C Nora Oct 1
i watch mens' hands
some look like pillows
soft and undefined
others are veined
and etched deeply
it doesn't mean
one type of hand
works harder
than the
it's just that
they are
different lands
these hands of men
530 · Aug 2
Rain on Sunday
Eleo C Nora Aug 2
it spits
as i lean
over my
leaves on
the wet
road -
fall begins
too soon.
280 · Jul 21
Eleo C Nora Jul 21
Some leave too soon.
Work unfinished.
Love undone.
Departing comforts some.
Others look,
for the shedded skin
under leaves,
in the roots of trees,
or behind a fingernail moon.

July 20, 2020 @ Eleo C. Nora
253 · Aug 9
Eleo C Nora Aug 9
Streets open  
people roll
out of their
shells -  
stretch into
the humid
239 · Aug 2016
Near St. James
Eleo C Nora Aug 2016
While I sit on the blocks of a sculpture garden reading a package of grapefruit slices, some one so much younger takes a shot -- of me-- in my grey lace, cover, your grey silk, over, a beige skirt, gun metal sandals.

There are no statues in this sculpture garden. They were removed.
The marble fountain is dry, but a waiter sets tables in a cafe.

I melt into solitude

And you? Do you think no one is watching you, watching yourself?
164 · Sep 7
Eleo C Nora Sep 7
After a day of being indoors,
I want to wander into the night.

Walk down the street
to the tented patio where
people sing into morning.

Decide not to because our
greetings might carry you
and you'll take us away.
161 · Aug 15
Eleo C Nora Aug 15
i let the blade
of your indifference
ease into my mind

i feel its worn edges
peel my facade gently
away as i become
unpried and free
of you and you.
125 · Aug 2016
Sent to You
Eleo C Nora Aug 2016
We sent a ticket.
Why do you still
stand on the tarmac?

We held your name on a sign.
We waited in the heat.
123 · Aug 4
Eleo C Nora Aug 4
"Poems should be about love or nature, not money!"
Yelled the young business man.
Shaking my fist, I yell back,
"Why are you working?
For Shelter?
For Love?
For Time with Nature?
For Food and Wine?
For Future Children?
For Bird Song?
For Books of Poetry?"
"To pay taxes." He wept!
117 · Aug 1
Eleo C Nora Aug 1
just enough
go away
i won't shrink
to fit your
idea of who i can
be around you
109 · Aug 2016
Eleo C Nora Aug 2016
Dive into being driven, charmed by the tidy
gaze of waves draped over the edge of the
open horizon
A summer blank is the step just
after the one taken before - which brings me
to a wide globe of wording
this 'hello'
104 · Oct 28
stuck with worry
Eleo C Nora Oct 28
To adult children of tired parents.

your parents worry
they worry sick
about you -
their sickness worries you
now you are
both sick with worry.
my advice --
acccept the worry --
it's normal
then -- fly far.
forget about it --
i have.
103 · Sep 27
Eleo C Nora Sep 27
spread silver threads
labour in the weaving
fearless and solitary
99 · Aug 2016
Eleo C Nora Aug 2016
In this room,
there are boxes
with open mouths
waiting for the garments
of my past.
Cast with stories,
cleaned from obligation
taken to a thrift shop
where someone will
choose them
-- not questioning
the tattered hems
82 · Jun 19
Lines from Blurs
Eleo C Nora Jun 19
Routines can grate you to shreds.
2. I was told to write before it is too late.
3. May is cold. It rains. There is nothing more.
4. If you can't accept all religions, then don't practice any.
5. Don't put ideas into my head.
   They will escape and create chaos.  
   Tame them on paper instead.
6. The dark days are here. Rain falls.
    Water rises.  Even the pigeons are confused.

June 2020 @E.C. Nora
58 · Jun 23
Rush of Rain
Eleo C Nora Jun 23
For weeks it hadn't rained, and we were glad because the river was already overflowing onto the walkways.

Today the rain falls hard and steady, and there is something like fresh fear in the air but from my high balcony I cannot see the flood.
47 · Sep 11
Eleo C Nora Sep 11
creeps in
sick jokes
lies about
the room.
44 · Aug 30
Eleo C Nora Aug 30
As much as
i want to save
him as he
fumbles in
the dark,
i comfort
myself and
know that
i showed him
the light switch
before i left.
42 · Jun 21
Eleo C Nora Jun 21
Night air - through a screen
door after a hot day
cool on sun blushed skin -
feels like dangerous kisses.

June 2020 @ Eleo  C.  Nora
36 · Oct 1
Eleo C Nora Oct 1
this first day of october
i could have picked
a fight with someone
instead i chose
to help them
remove a cross
they had to carrry.
36 · Aug 8
Eleo C Nora Aug 8
Heard my petunias
and geraniums asking
each other if I had
stopped loving them.

I could sense their
panic as I passed
them - apologizing.

Tomorrow I will share water
and stream Spanish  music.

But I cannot coax
the warmth of the sun.
35 · Nov 11
Eleo C Nora Nov 11
November sun
a rare, hot delight

Run - reach out
on this day.
32 · Jul 30
When I Leave a City
Eleo C Nora Jul 30
rushes of
traffic will
without me
in the streets
on the buses
in and out
over and
under the

i stop buying
fruit at the market
become sheer
invisible and
all i can do
is wonder
if anyone will
miss my
steps or
catch my face -
hovering in a
shop window?
Eleo C Nora Oct 11
turn on some music
listen quietly
plan a walk in the sun
while the sun is out
dawn a mask
you won't go far
for now -
we know this
journey will end
how long
it will last depends
on our collective
acceptance and
care for each other.
31 · Aug 14
Eleo C Nora Aug 14
the music
from the
bar across the
road is loud
dance in the
night air,
while the
down this
was taken
to hospital.
all i know
is that
she is young
she had many
we said
31 · Sep 3
Eleo C Nora Sep 3
went walking toward
wind for miles today.
needed air -- lots of it.
needed sleep too.
looked at photos instead.
realising that memories
are like air --
they both whisk by.
30 · Jun 19
Each Morning
Eleo C Nora Jun 19
Pink stretches of fluffy light
would reach into my
small, sad, ivory house,
past shabbily
curtained windows.

Glowed behind the branches of
a maple tree we planted on my
son's first birthday.

Drifted through spring time buds,
into full green spread of summer leaves,
then golden umbrellas ready to fall
on the hard ground of winter.

I tied the curtains back so
the spectrum of seasons would
breathe into every cramped room.

There was only so much
I could do with that house.
Yet each dawn still
trembles it awake
with colour.

June 2020 @ Eleo C. Nora
29 · Aug 11
We're So Sassy
Eleo C Nora Aug 11
on our birthdays
we wish for more
anticipate wonder
and wonder if
who, when, what
will be or happen.

i am in wonder of
this moment
of quiet breezes
warm sun
this present.
28 · Aug 7
Eleo C Nora Aug 7
I translate a poem I wrote
using a language no one
will understand...
but it is the music
of leaves and letters
that dance as I play with the long
vowels and repetative
sounds which
brush beside
open ears and
urgent minds.
27 · Nov 9
Eleo C Nora Nov 9
Today clouds were warm flames.
I pulled up the shades.
Ran outside.
Took pictures.
Posted them.
Many people did.
Same clouds.
Same warm flames.
It seems we are in awe.
In awe of life.
In awe of each sunrise.
26 · Oct 8
It Is Like This
Eleo C Nora Oct 8
I would travel
the world
like it was breath
so normal -- so easy
surrounded by strangers
all inhaling and exhaling
in confined buses
trains - planes
we'd sit next to each
other share arm rests
spoke about our homes
like they were eggs
fragile and prepared -
something left behind
dishes in a sink - nothing.
Now my room is my world
finger nails crumbling from the
hand sanitizer - masks like flags
of obsure dictatorships
wait for me at my door
for my trips to
the recycling bin
to the market and
back inside again.
25 · Aug 12
Eleo C Nora Aug 12
for one minute
for one hour
for one day
for one week

wait - during
any of those
a reason
to to keep
will happen.
23 · Nov 18
Eleo C Nora Nov 18
There are many times -
days and nights
that I feel like
I ran away from
my job because
I was weak and
But it's not true.
I was wounded
in battle
not one person
saw me bleed
from behind my
hard smile.
I did not weep
but did the bravest
thing -
I carried myself
off the field
let another
whose heart
was whole
carry on.
17 · Nov 3
Eleo C Nora Nov 3
My days started with words.
Loving words, dished out.
Words giving instructions
asking about well being
about food and feeding,
about clothes and dressing.

My days were filled with greetings.
Shallow as they were, still we
asked and wished about the day.
wished for a good day.
That nice day, everyone was
expected to have.

My days would finish with stories.
About the day, the meals, the clothes,
lessons learned. The air. The listening.
I would read the stories aloud
settle on instructions.
Share the setting of the sun -
but mostly the positions of the
night and the stars within it.

My days were filled with children,
pets, people, work and play.
I would be speaking words
each day, all day.
My face was so strong.
How I longed for
the silence I have now...
the silence which needs
to be disrupted.
12 · Nov 15
Eleo C Nora Nov 15
There are protesters down the street.
Under flags.
There is also a wind warning.
And a flood warning.
It is cold.
Voices free to shout they don't
want to be locked down.
Everything freezes in the
November mist.
My walls rumble with
the push of nature.
Human and otherwise.

— The End —