Between the what if’s…
That magical dimension,
Akin to delusions or psychoses.
Where one holds to a tiny thread of subjective reality,
A confirmed impossibility,
Only in the realm of gentle probability,
From the mind of one, single, beautiful, intelligent, creative, unique, human being…
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee
Kingman Wash in Arizona. Iphone snap
Crystal jewel amid desert rigidity,
Exposed in willing transparency.
Deep tonal blue your reflective canopy,
Your icy December embrace still entices me.
My fingers playfully seek
Expectant through chilled caress,
I feel the settled stones,
You and time have smoothed diligently.
And respectfully I acknowledge,
You haven’t always known such serenity.
Rugged unpolished rocks,
Droughts and waters raging.
Yet I know and remember when trials oppress,
Serenity IS, and when absent, will again be…
January 1, 2015
Upon transitory stone.
No leaves to fret,
No rustling heard in the wind.
Making bare, expectations.
Majestic fall defiance.
Autumn arrayed for all seasons.
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”…
A pause to enjoy,
The sustaining crystal flow.
Grasping a clear glimpse,
Of figures unknown.
Oblivious to stature,
In a world of such heights.
With an instinct to survive.
The final Two-for-Tuesday prompt for this month is:
Write a realism poem. A poem that is rooted in the real world. Or…
Write a magical poem. A poem that incorporates magical or fantastical elements.
Rising to greet
The dreams in his mind
Awakening him from slumber
Asleep or awake
Draped in fantasy’s luster
Mysteries unfolding slowly
Eyes half opened and
Peering into enchantment
Created in his mind
Appear in connecting fragments
Weaving yesterday’s remembrances
With futuristic anticipations
He’s lifted to woven plains
Where blank pages lie
To offer up spaces
For forethoughts and remains
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “If I Were (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.
If I were an enchanted camera
Passed between photographer’s hands
Teleported through space by passion
To beautiful and exotic lands
I’d be an immortalizer of moments
Sharing my secrets with existence
With dreamers and bucket-list hopefuls
Encouraging action and persistence
I’d help reveal God’s perfection in nature
Open eyes to sufferings and needed change
Evoke the emotional spectrum
Uniting people who are normally estranged
I would dawn inspiration which inspires
Poems, and paintings, and songs
Which extend to future generations
When I am long gone
To stand atop a mountain, serene
Vast landscape touched by a setting sun
To rest next to a powerful waterfall
Or quietly witness a lioness and her cubs
A perspective of one, shared with many
Gifts to those who won’t observe
Connecting a universe by magical clicks
If I were an enchanted camera, I’d happily serve…
Typical trip to the store.
Passing the flowers to smell,
The roses’ sweet aromas,
Magnificent varieties for sale.
And I’m struck again with amazement,
At the perfection of God’s art.
Each petal delicately connected in unity,
Each uniquely marked.
Grown in abundance,
Bearing joy and love, smiles and comfort.
Aesthetically pleasing to the knowing heart,
Pausing life in moments unencumbered.
Again I say, again!
How can one not believe,
That this world was created by intelligent design?
I wish all would look and truly see.
Cloaked in alabaster,
Blessed with angelic beauty,
Layered, soft fountain display.
Unfolding into brilliance,
Luminous purity awakens.
Marching attire fit for a bride,
Patterns orderly and disciplined.
My eyes are enslaved.
Your spectacular design entrances.
As you gracefully glide to the melodies,
That inspire your ritual dances.
God’s creative hand formed you,
An accent shining through the dark.
Painted, a unique porcelain charm,
A masterful work of art…