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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

What I Miss The Most… (Writer’s Digest Poem Day Challenge) Prompt: Elegy

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“That time don’t wait for nobody”
You often would say
Staring into the unseen
With a reflective gaze

You were a man of strong faith
Always seeking the truth
Sifting though pages to keep learning
Writing and sharing what you knew

You were strong and gentle
At times stern, but always loving
You referred to us kids as “mutts”
We were  all “Gertrude” when your memory was buckling

You played a mean game of checkers
And our tennis matches were so much fun
And, not sure how, but your ham sandwiches
Are still the best in the world, bar none!

I miss your garden and your golf ball collection
I miss your spray painted high top converses
I miss pretend face shaving with closed razors
I miss putting bows in your hair till you looked ridiculous

I miss so many things about you PaPa
I could write on and on about the grandfather I knew
Words of good memories would accrue endlessly
But in my heart, what I miss most is you…

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Revisited…

The pain of yesterday,
Is now the pain of today.
Old hurts resurface,
Showing no mercy or restraint.

New tears are cried,
Off the drips of tears past.
Sorrows thought buried,
Exit their open tombs intact.

But now…

The peace of today,
Strives to shred yesterday’s pains.
God’s love buffers old hurts.
Stale are the tears which remain.

However…

The sorrow is slower to leave.
Spilling and merging with my porous soul.
Painting dull colors upon my countenance,
Making movements surreal and slow.

It cruelly replays dark memories,
Blanketing thick shadows on my heart.
Actively consuming hope,
Tearing apart healing scars,

Mistakes made on destruction’s heels,
Existence defined only as “survive”.
I’m reminded again,
How it feels to be barely alive…

 

Space Cradles Goodbye…

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The heavens are still.
Silence is domineering.
Weightless abandon,
To nothingness, gripping.

Planets in the distance,
The earth afar off.
Memories of what’s past,
Stream amid reflective thought.

Freedom in letting go of vain attempts,
Universe shares aesthetic serenity.
No auditory static, just internal echoes,
For the first time, true, untainted clarity…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://www.freewebheaders.com/wordpress/wp-content/gallery/planets-galaxies/earth-space-horizon-header.jpg

Note: Inspired by movie – Gravity

Our Angel Oak…

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I’ll meet you at our special place,
Below the Angel Oak.
Where we knew true love’s first kiss,
And shared secrets only we would know.

Where I gazed lovingly at your beauty,
Brushing your hair from your shy face.
As the sun peaked through the limbs,
To share light amidst the shade.

The breezes meant for us alone,
Whispering love’s song within our ears.
Where the world melted into serenade,
And all of our troubles disappeared.

I’ll meet you there again my love,
When our spirits reunite.
I’ll be waiting there with anticipation,
At our Angel Tree, sweet love, my wife…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

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Childlike Flight…

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Running with childlike excitement,
Bursting with anticipation.
Settling in to the swing’s embrace,
Small hands hold to life in animation.

Slow increase through repetitive advances,
Then rocketed into another dimension.
Where moments become motion-filled still-frames,
Leaving lasting experiential impressions.

Higher and higher, eyes closed, head back,
Outstretched arms hanging on with delicate rebellion.
Wind strong, applying resistance with futility,
Continuation of flight beckons.

Swinging free, immortalized within childhood memories,
Alive once more, through recollection.
A gift of play and uninhibited fun,
Shared from generation to generation.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://www.applyyourheart.com/2012_09_01_archive.html?m=1

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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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…

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. (Matthew 5:4)
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

 

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Christmas…

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Another afternoon fade
Of the sunlight on the Christmas tree
Ornaments aglow in gentle movement
Casting shadows for all to see
With the sun’s slow and constant descent
Night’s welcomed with colorful lights
Which spread rainbows where shadows once dwelled
With childhood memories, onlooking eyes unite

Waking Christmas morning
As if nothing could keep us in bed
Rising before the sun
To see the presents Santa had left
Running in to inform our parents
It’s time to rise and shine
Sleepy-eyed they’d emerge
Mustering all the energy they could find
Such glee-based commotion
Fighting siblings take pause for the moment
The one time of year with such a bounty
Of gifts filled with loving sentiment

The day is a celebration
Of the birth of Jesus Christ
While it’s not simply about the presents
They symbolize the gift of His life
In time, all wide-eyed children grow
Remembering Christmas’ past
Having learned about the true meaning
Found in the light which God has cast

The knowledge of hope
Not wrapped within a bow
Feelings of peace among a strife filled world
Love freely shared, soul to soul

As an adult
I experience the wonder differently
I find I have to seek the magic
A little more diligently
I see it in the Christmas trees
Wrapped in light and unique memory tokens
I see it in a child’s smile
With each gift they give and open
I hear it in the laughter
Boisterous and untamed
I feel it in the warm hugs
People can’t wait to give away
I know it in the hymns of praise
Sung by united lives
If only for a time
Together in the beauty of love we abide

Christmas is many things
And I know I must keep my eyes open
As not to be blinded to the amazement
Of a God I place my hope in

©E.D. Allee
 December 2013

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