Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

The This And That

In the this and that,
Of here and there.
Knowledge of up and down,
Was quick to disappear.

Zaniness dominated,
My speedy brain today.
Others chuckled at my expense,
For joy, a small price to pay.

Settling in to a level of chill now,
Unwinding, not really as fun.
While my mind’s still spinning, wide awake,
To exhaustion My body succumbs.

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014


Day descends once more.

Again, I am left with ache,

Waiting to join her…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Journey In Rhyme:

I adore the photography found on this blog- the titles add color to the black and white and additional contrast to the color! This image/title spoke to my soul. He never disappoints!

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The warm outstretched tendrils,
Arrayed to adorn.
Drawing the soul ever forward,
Promising safety and warmth.

Illumination for life’s paths,
Piercing the darkness with authority.
Captivating in its effortless genius,
God’s awesome “Let there Be”…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

A Slow Drip…

A slow drip,

quiet behind the scenes.

Amidst a sea of glass.


By a well constructed mask.

Fueled by strife

By the grumblings of this life,

By the self-seeking will

Which must be right.

Searching for validation

It can declare as home.

Steady drips abruptly shift,
Into crimson floods.
Unforgiving annihilation ensues.
Uncommitted to course or time.

The swirling torrent recedes
Sun illuminates the settled.
Revealing the wreckage,
Downed limbs and debris.

And the slow drip,
A whisper behind the scenes.
Amidst a sea of glass.
Smoothed by a well constructed mask,
Resumes it’s accumulation.
Forecast unknown…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Terror’s Stain…

Where were you that day?
When towers strong, fell
To broken rubble?
When dormant awareness of terror,
Anchored itself in full force,
To unsuspecting minds?
To unprepared hearts?

Where were you that day?
As the roar of evil,
Penetrated the world’s consciousness
Through the many cries
And frightened stares
Of those who could not,
Or those who would not,
Believe such an abhorrent truth to be real?

Where are you now?
Years later?
Protected by security codes,
Yellow, orange, red?
Do you hug your loved ones tighter?
Are your eyes open wider?
Did the violent few birth enhanced fear,
Which diminishes through denial
Amidst a busy year?

I remember where I was.
I know where I am.
I hug my loved ones tighter
With eyes open wider
Among many cries
And frightened stares
Of those who cannot,
Or those who will not,
Believe such an abhorrent truth to be real…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Synonym Power…


Burst forth


Press on

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

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