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No More… Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge Day 25

For today’s prompt, write a “last straw” poem. Everyone encounters situations in which they decide they’re not going to take it anymore (whatever “it” happens to be).

She held on as long as she could
Feet scarred from years of egg shells
Feeling the faint strength within
Increasing in vertical swells

For years she tried to live
Under a powerful radar
Knowing she could do no right
Existing inside a broken avatar

The last straw came
Like lightening ruptured her soul
When he hurt her baby
In a violent rage out of control

Pain had been reserved for her
She knew how to survive
She never felt worth a change
But one forbidden touch opened her eyes…

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

 

Please Note: “she” is not Me. Thanks for reading.

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Above The Tangible… (Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge Day 23)

For today’s prompt, write a location poem. Location could be physical–Or location could be emotional, psychological, metaphysical, or some other kind of word that ends in -al. Or surprise everyone!

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Among the clouds
I drift away
Soft into the spring sky.

All that surrounds
Is the peace
Within my glowing mind.

Bird’s melodic verses,
Sifted by distance
Are companions to my ears.

The warmth of the sun
Blankets my soul,
As the tangible disappears.

Suspended by draping moments
Encapsulated by their own passing,
My heart beats in pace with serenity.

And suddenly I’m aware.
I will have to descend once more,
To a world abrasively consuming.

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

My Serenity Spot…

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A barbed wire fence,
Made its required effort to dissuade.
Silently I chuckled at the attempt;
I wouldn’t be stopped by man’s barricade!

I crossed the pointed rust with respect,
To avoid a painful penalty.
And I stepped into a dream I’d revisit at will,
A place of genuine serenity…

I had to descend a small unstable hill,
To arrive at the river’s edge.
Bible, camera and journal in tow (okay, and a little Mary Jane),
Prepared for when creativity and inspiration begged.

No matter the time of year,
Golden leaves bathing the water’s flow or green all around.
I would journey to commune with my river destination,
Where much of my true self was found.

I remember the feel of the cool waters,
The massage of the gentle, soothing rapids.
I’d close my eyes, surrounded by the suns warmth,
And for a time, all worries ceased to exist.

I never once felt alone,
Although solitude accompanied my escapes.
I knew comfort, peace, and effortless joy.
Therein, I felt sheltered and safe.

Medina is the name given that river,
Residing in small Bandera, Texas.
Most will never pass her way,
She’s a hidden gem, rare and precious.

I shared her with others at times,
Gifting their souls with a glimpse of her beauty.
Yet I often kept her a secret,
A place where God and I could meet quietly.

I ran there whenever I needed to feel,
Cleansing waters wash away life’s stains.
And was comforted to learn I could not taint her,
With my troubles and pains.

I simply felt complete acceptance,
In a sustained embrace filled with healing.
I watched as the water flowed ever forward,
Not backwards, never tarrying.

Nothing could touch me there;
I took leave from my tormentor, fear.
There I could rest, no longer wild,
In God’s serene and entrancing river.

I’m far away now,
Only memories and pictures remain.
I wish I were still close to her
So the waters could kiss my toes again.

Although distance separates us in the physical,
My heart won’t let me forget.
In my mind, I can cross the boundary,
I’d befriended in that barbed wire fence.

I follow the path to the place in my mind,
Where I once savored liberation from chaos.
And I’m transported by the nostalgic calm,
The world tries to tell me is lost.

I dream in brilliance upon remembering,
My beautiful “serenity spot”.
And I now seek to honor her priceless gifts,
By keeping her alive in my mind and heart.

February 2012

©E.D. Allee

Can’t Let Go…

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Getting in touch with that pain,
The deep seated hurt which whispers
Remembrances upon raw ears.
Escape seems the only option,
So you seek it where you can.
No easement in your bereavement.
No comfort for your soul.
On fire with the unrelenting flames of sadness,
Waiting, biding time, wishing for the numbness
Humanity can never provide.
So you sit alone, and cry…

Seemingly endless tears
Threaten to submerge you in a watery abyss,
Which you prefer to living.
To float upon pains’ waves
In search of an island where you can stay.
Where memories of them
Aren’t tangibly all encompassing.
Void of the trinkets and images
Confined to frames.
The frames with illusive boundaries,
Unable to contain their essence,
False immortalizations
Once treasured and admired.

In time these feelings will subside?
One day I won’t be chained to this preoccupation?
Peace will return while I know breath?
Or will I continue to remain in this desolation?

May you look to God,
Comforter to the broken hearted.
I wish you peace for your soul,
And liberation from your despondence.
Time softens the anguish,
Believe what you cannot see
The hope of healing,
And lessening of your grief.

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014
Picture:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Acceptance-Grief-Series-No-5-127126914

 

 

Comfortably Numb…

Comfortably numb

Existing alive and dead

Cowardly sustained

 

Guess which song I was listening to when this haiku inspiration hit. 

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