Short Eloise Poems

Eloise is a black and white cat

The pads of her feet pink

Her eyes a deep set green

My love for her grows warmer still

A lovely shade of red...

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E-arth 
L-ets 
O-ur 
I-mportant 
S-un 
E-rase 

M-idnight 
A-s 
R-adiance 
I-n 
E-arly 

B-eacon 
O-ffers 
R-ay 
O-f 
L-ight 

Topic: Birthday of Eloise Marie S. Borol (March 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Eloise,
Picture of poise, grace at night,
Heartbreak in a long red gown.

She rocks in silent reverie
Her fate
Waiting naked on her lap.

Eloise,
Lying in her cold dark decision,
I place a rose over wounds that could not heal....

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Often alone
in midst of people
picturing you
being pleased
pleasing me
in love with you
defeat in victory
remaining loyal to my killer...

Fire woman
lightning in my sky
shooting star
Juliet, Guinevere and Eloise
you are you
burning ember
funereal pyre
love is fire
without hurting...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~...

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She is whipping winds.

Salt,
washing over my hair, eyes, skin.
Numbingly cold waters,
as if just unfrozen,
spilling into, refreshing
the Bay.

She hosts,

An eroded map
Of webbed and pebbled paths.
Barnacle scattered
grit.
Rolling fields of green low tides.
A fisherman’s daydream.
A meeting
Of core and sun.

She is
an awakening,
a renewal,

a provocation of adventure....

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Not yet as graceful as the swan she shall be
but charming and delightful is Eloise to me.
Trying her best to stay en pointe on tiny toes,
focusing on pirouettes, she wiggles her nose.

Still a bit shy when she knows others are looking.
A few years more until The Royal Ballet's booking.
This petite ballerina twirls in circles all around
in her leotard and tutu or in her pink nightgown.
...

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