Loneliness
is very powerful.
Emotions run rampant.
destructive to self esteem
heartache

The Elfje is a simple little form of 11 words distributed in five lines, as follows:

Line 1 has one word which establishes the color or tone of the poem.

Line 2 contains two words which identify the subject of the poem.

Line 3 has three words which expand on the subject of the poem.

Line 4 contains four words which form a conclusion.

Line 5 is a one word punch line, as demonstrated in the following links:
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Phoenix ©Lyn Crain
Oh Lilac, your shroud of icy blue
will not hold me in this
despondent battle of owlish wills.
My icy resolve will shred, shatter…
your waxed heart’s polished gleam.
The heady reek of infidelity flashes
on a roller coaster of emotional warfare.
This seeping rage will only fade to sleep
If we fight for time, deny the passions
driving us in this lavender sea of grief.
Oh Lilac, embrace me with your septic aroma
smother me with your cloying sappiness.
Don’t let the stench of failure claim
us in this shroud of icy blue.
Face our imperfections head on,
Scream away the blues, reach for
the glittering diamonds in the sky.
Like I reached for you, my precious bud
when everything around me said flee.
I saw that fragile glimmer when you
let your un-waxed heart show
how lovely a Lilac could be.
My icy resolve will shred, shatter
this last shroud of blue surrounding you.

The Callery Pear

©Lyn Crain

A pungent scent of semen assaults me
initially but then my curiosity elevates,
What an odd location for a sexual encounter.
My hawk eyes glance around before
I continue my morning stroll
along the stone pathway.
I love sunrises and spring mornings.
They are so peaceful and usually intoxicating.
Red and yellow tulip crowns open wide
radiant after another dew kissed evening.
Birds serenade all the sleepy ones just poking
their heads up, it’s  time to rise and shine so
much work to do. Oh, that four letter word! It’s
enough to curdle the fresh cream waiting to
fill a steaming cup of joe when I get home.
One last lingering glance, the artistic display
strategically planted all those years ago.
Over coffee with my neighbor, I mention
the unusual aroma on my walk earlier.
She laughs and then shares an article on the
web about the Callery Pear, a very common tree.
I wonder if the landscaper knew when he planted
the trees what lasting impression they would make.
The gift that keeps on giving and giving until death.

24 lines

Cat
kisses
feel so good.
I smile and laugh,
too!