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Petals Of Hope…

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He loves me.
Please let the answer be yes.
He loves me not.
Don’t break this heart within my chest.

He loves me.
He’s the dream inside my heart.
He loves me not.
It can’t end before it starts.

He loves me.
I’m ready to step out in faith.
He loves me not.
It’s just so very hard to wait.

He loves me.
I see my future in his eyes.
He loves me not.
My stomach, a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

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HE LOVES ME…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

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Out there

This post was dedicated to me- which is just wild, overall. I am grateful and flattered that my writings provided inspiration to this gifted poet. Enjoy and check out Kim’s blog (http://zipsrid.wordpress.com).

Her creativity is worth experiencing.

Thank you Kim!

Peace, Love and Patchouli

she is on a journey
Chasing the pirates
Of girlhood dreams
Escape to the big wide sea
Where the world below
Is alive with translucent creatures
And ships sail past
Crashing on the swells
Of stormy days.
She is on a journey
The wide world at her feet
She hums as she moves along
Stranded on islands
Of her making
She feels the palms glide
Through her hair
As she walks the sands
In search of her treasures.
She is on a journey
And she knows the way
She speaks her truth
And knows that time is on her side,
She is going home
She is moving in the right direction
And her footprints showing
For but a moment
They will be gone
In a spec of a second,
A particle of sand
Blown to the sea,
Disappearing from sight
Like a shadow
Covered
Eclipsed by clouds
Blocking the sun.

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Art Begets Art…

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The rainbow combines.

Art breathing life into art.

Heavenly brush strokes…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://www.abstractartistgallery.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/paintbrush.jpg

Music Box Memories…

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I close my eyes and I’m transported,
As was the case when I was a child.
When my modest music box collection grew,
Each additional delight, offering new smiles.

I listened to cassette tapes with recorded tracks,
In a Walkman and a boom box.
I loved the soothing beauty, enchanting sounds,
I adored the entrancing moving parts.

Joy conceived metal to metal,
Pins activating a steel combs’ teeth.
I never knew how it worked back then,
It was simply magic, to me.

The delicate strums I lend ear to,
In today’s far away, adult world.
Reach a piece of my soul,
Reserved long ago, when I was just a girl…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

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Gift of Centering Beauty…

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Amid the noise and table of double digits,
All participating in a sangria cheers.
A laughter and enjoyment I must transcend,
I look, and I see you there.

A single carnation, wine glass backdrop,
Empty vessel with purity as it’s void.
A bright pink, passion filled beauty,
With her graceful solitude, I identify and join.

A center of focus,
She’s soft to the touch.
Visual details refined to perfection,
God’s hand reached out to quell alcoholic lust.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

pic: my collection

 

 

Surface State…

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Small ripples steal away placidity,
Slight as they are.
They’re enough to disrupt,
And from peace, disbar.

Gentle waves excite,
Once dull, still waters.
Awakening the lifeless from slumber,
Bringing purification and order.

Unable to remain still,
To remain at all.
No longer slow undercurrents,
Now a surface war.

Desired motion upon the motionless,
Attracting visual senses to beauty.
Convincing it’s worthy of attention,
When it might otherwise not be seen.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

pic: http://www.absolutearts.com/art-for-sale/themes/Abstract-Landscape/Abstract-Landscape-76.html

Sike! Perhaps the ice is a clue…

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I’m still a good little alcoholic in recovery! Diet Dr. Pepper and powerade (virgins!). I’m also smoking candy cigarettes. 😛

View from Venetian Hotel/casino…

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haiku:

Can’t drink in the slots.

Cannot play with alcohol.

And I am okay!

Amid The Storm…

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Above the ominous slate,
Is a sky of blue.
A brilliant yellow sun,
The storm cannot subdue.

The atmosphere below,
Makes good on all it’s threats.
Thunder and lightning rage,
Traumatic winds cause distress.

The tempest’s fury eventually fades,
Calm and order begin to emerge.
From the brokenness and suffering,
We we’re required to endure.

The assaulting storms in life,
Which seek our defeat.
Are blanketed by calm and light,
By warmth and tranquility.

When daylight’s diminished by gray.
When nights’ darkness is shrouded in pitch,
The sun and the stars, the moon on high,
Piercing light they will emit.

Ever reminding us of God’s presence,
Amid our trials and pains.
Through gale, rain, or flood,
God’s love always remains…

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://carlibux.deviantart.com/art/calm-after-the-storm-house-131465667

All Smiles…

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There’s a smiling stone,
Which can give you “rock” hard abs.
When he makes you laugh!

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

pic: my collection (from Red Rock Canyon).

I came across this little guy while hiking today- too cute not to share! Hope this finds you smiling and well.

Winged Vocalists…

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Song birds vocally manifest,
Their inherent beauty.
Massaging sound waves,
Carried delicately on the breeze.

Colorful, feathered art,
Ornamentally perched.
Effortlessly spreading the melodic,
Through cheerful, unrestrained verse.

My heart is filled with joy,
As I breathe in natures’ musicians.
Hearing beyond auditory senses,
Seeing beyond my vision.

Tempo becomes tangible,
Treble clefs dangle in flight.
Rhythm is random perfection,
Refrains’ sustain moments through rewind.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://www.etsy.com/market/birds_music

 

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