ELSA ...IN MEMORY

A tribute to my Sister Elsa in loving memory 1944 - 2024. Written by Connie James, spoken & produced by Edgar James.

My sister Elsa was a lovely child
grown into a beautiful girl a woman soon to be.
She attracted the birds with their twittering temptations
Fallen at her feet.
But Mama trusted not the male of the species
under lock she’d keep her definitely
Young was she and beautiful, fair skin light hair
Love came not easy, protected was she 
Mama kept a tree branch behind the garden door
like a primitive Mama,
just in case! To crack a nut or two!

Elvis had a twin you know,

Zecca was his name and husband and wife they came to be!
Sophie and Nigel, new souls born to the world from new love
Now a turn of life…a Grand Mother stands to Daniela & Fabian
and a great grandmamma to Kiri!
A path well-travelled is a life well lived!
How’s that Sis? Very well done, Yah sire!

And the banality of life went on.

Until one day
the time to depart to say goodbye
a beautiful bird has flown her cage that was her world.
Escape a world with no rhyme or reason
No longer bound by her mortal coil…
A spirit soars!
Vacate this life rose into another plateau
into the unknown another dimension, worry free. 
To cruise through the stratosphere
Pass the Galaxies and the stars glisten
And the Moon beamed upon her bemused face
Cry not for me! For I am free!
Here goes’ I into Infinitum, into Eternity! 
A new found joy of freedom, do as she pleases.

To take to her wings and fly into a new found world,
where neither volte faces nor sorrow exist.
No more sorrows no more lies no more pretences of love
from this Earth she departed in the knowledge that she
gave her all to who needed her…
Leaving treasures of memories to nurture your heart
infinitely!

I Love You

By Connie James         

Apollo

I love you!
Said she, in her minds mind
Tears silently exuding from her eyes.
breaking into a sob;
Constricting her breathing
For he'd be the air that she breathes
The Stellar in her skies.
How can one move beyond loving
Morn noon and night.
She mustn't show her misery.
Her teacher became, he.
Her ignorance is such, her innocence.
Confounded she'd be!
I Love You!
Her world's upside down
Turning inside out.
Blindfolded, she wouldn't be!
All the way willingly. 
What a crock he turned to be
Useless feeling...
I Love You!
Said she in her minds mind
While breaking down
Fragmenting her heart 
A life half lived!
One's life, ignorances 
How does one go beyond loving
In the eyes of her mind?   
What's the point of living this life
This emptiness
This abysm falling into this cavity
Without hope in hell of anchoring me.
Begging set me free!
From the fires in my blood
Burning insidiously.
Once again, she could feel.
I feel you! 
A river running turbulent me.
Again, must I refrain from loving? 
How does one go beyond life
After love?
Extinguishing from one's eyes
An impossibility, in the eyes of her mind
Kissing you one more time.
I Love You;   
Ringing through her confounded mind
What's the point
Of it all!?

 

Isn't that wonderful!! 

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• Subhadip Majumdar

  Connie James

   It is! To seat beneath him in his house in his room make me cry and promise him once more, that I will write.

  

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  Subhadip Majumdar

   More power to your pen fire to your blood and the tears will quench the fire exuding within you!! Sunil all over again will be proud of you...Go forth and multiply your words you verse phrases waiting to be heard...The rest will be hi… 

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• Andrea Karchmer

  Connie James

  . Subhadip Majumdar=She blesses you out. Every writer in Hemingway group should hear this benediction and take it to heart.

  

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  Connie

   dear, you are that friend who is always with me for a long time and know everything about me, from the days when I visited Sunil's house and my writings, my poems, which you liked and made some amazing pieces as a reply. I love your poems, they are deep, passionate.

  Thanks for always being there and inspiring me. You understand me very well. Sunil asked me to write, just write. I will do that. I want to make his trust in me, true. Love, stay safe.

• hanks, my friend. Connie is one of that poetic souls who has been for ages following me and inspiring me.

  

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   Perhaps it shows in your work.

  

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  Subhadip Majumdar

   Wow Subha!! You've got that the wrong way round...It's you that has inspired me!! If not for you, I'd still be hiding my words from the eyes of the world...It's been an emotional leap into the unknown...Thanks awfully, my friend...Take care, won't you? 

  

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  Subhadip Majumdar

   Thanks awfully Subha, for liking what I do...I remember waiting impatiently for your next posting.

  Also, remember the replies to your own poems, insatiable was I!!

  I read and re-read dissected the words of each phrase hungrily!!

  As Sunil instructed you to write just write.

  You did the same to me!! Write Connie, just write keep writing!... In a way, I was part of your Sunil expectations...The believe you had in me! Dragging out of me all sorts, of feelings I knew not existed or understood!! You were an anodyne to mine anima...Through Sunil through you, words exuded through me...Extolling to the winds my destiny! 

  

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  Connie James

   Honored to hear that. Yes, I love your replies and they are like poetry. Why don't you do some again? Keep writing. Not every one can write poems. You can. Write everything you know. Love.

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   Thanks, hope it is the truth.

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