Winds of change… Cleanse this space.
A reblog of a piece from my first month on WP and a link ~ ~ to the original.

The Eclectic Poet

I saw the path of my future

In the lines of your face

A route that seemed clear

In your palm I could trace

I have lost my compass

In the sands of time

Lost amid the shifting

In a life no longer mine

I’ll let myself be rocked

In the arms of the tornado

To feel something, anything

Until it too, shall let me go

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Poetry From The Vault

For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.

This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.

Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.


17 October 2011 at 13:03


Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms

I feel so… stretched

Pulled thin and transparent

I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy

My heart needs…  replenishing

Pumped out and labouring

Brown eyes like amber

Tell me all your heart’s secrets

Such treasures preserved

Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate

Leather, chamois, silk, velvet

blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee


I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.

When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.

I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.

I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.

Such a tangled web we’ve woven

Your benign indifference leaves me frozen

Snap you fingers, demand my fire

This bed feels like a funeral pyre

If you don’t love me, leave me be

You can’t pick & choose the parts of me


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~ kei
17 October 2016

Come Clean

tDot on my mind… Still.

The Eclectic Poet

You’re sounding so bitter
Learned how to manoeuver

Seems like the Big Smoke
Has got in your eyes, is making you choke

Come as you are, Baby can’t you see
You can drop your defenses,  it’s just me

There’s no need for disguises
Don’t need deals or compromises

You say you don’t want misperceptions
Follow your heart in my direction

We don’t play that way here
You know there’s nothing to fear

I just want you to come as you are
Don’t need to be a bright lights, big city superstar

Come on back home, try me on for size
I’m not so different, maybe a little more wise

There’s only one way to make a new start
You gotta wash Toronto outta your heart

~ kei
12 January 2014

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Every Picture Picture Tells A Story I

One of the short stories I published here in 2012, my first year on WordPress.

The Eclectic Poet

He slammed out of the trailer, letting the door bang closed behind him. She had heard him angry before but never at her. She was surprised by the heat of his emotion and a little scared. It wasn’t his way.
She ran out the door after him, into the full force of the hot summer storm that had kept time with the increasing intensity of their conversation. Catching up to him just as he reached the dock, she grabbed for his arm saying, “Eric, wait!”  He shook her hand off growling, “Don’t! I don’t know what you want from me!” and stalked away, out to the end of the dock.

She watched a moment, his drenched silhouette a picture of misery in the lightning flash. He put his hands to his head, bending over in slow motion as if someone had kicked him in the gut. Her heart broke a…

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Make It Monday ~ Late

Hello Gang!
Hope you haven’t been wreckin’ the joint while I’m on sanity sabbatical! This post is from my small business blog ‘Pointe Shoes Punk Rock And Purl’.
Yup. Still alive and thoroughly enjoying my freedom – I recommend it for anyone suffering from blogging ennui!

Pointe Shoes Punk Rock And Purl

I am introverting so hard the last few weeks – sorry for not being more interactive with everyone. Even posting feels like a chore lately.

I do have an FO. My ‘Gothic Starfish‘ afghan is finally finished and ready for gifting. Love the end result but so damn glad this is done! It started as a “let’s use this up” and quickly escalated to a “No-o-o-o! I need to buy more acrylic!” Anyway. It’s perfect for its new home and hopefully, I’ll have pix soon of this eclectic piece in its eclectic house.

I’m working on Le Scarabée Bleu and Brise d’étéand loving them both. I can work in the back garden now – it’s tidy, old picnic table gone, shrubs shrubbing, flowers flowering and I have a pretty nook to sit at while I knit, hook and daydream – hence my absence from the Interwebs. I can’t recommend strongly…

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