So many words,
In my head.
Not all of which,
Should be said…
So many words!
So many words!
In my head!
In my head!
Spilling onto screen and page.
Racing from my mouth in haste.
So many words!
So many words!
In my head!
In my head!
Disarming their own functionality,
As they exist superfluously.
©E.D. Allee
September, 2014
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
Tantamount realities
Draped in fantasy’s luster
Mysteries unfolding slowly
Eyes half opened and
Peering into enchantment
Novel surroundings
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
©E.D. Allee
April, 2014
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A glass vessel stalks his sanity,
Traps him in a protective shell.
Set adrift upon the ocean of his mind,
No navigation, no sail.
Unsinkable, dry and safe,
Able to rest with ease.
A Bystander in his own waking dream,
This prison is his reprieve.
To loneliness’ torment he’s numb.
He’s lived most of his life alone.
All the world offered him was pain,
This is now his home.
The doctors say the medication will help.
They will pull him back from his isolation.
From the fantasy world in which he dwells,
They don’t understand this IS his liberation.
Time will tell if the glass will break.
If the raging see will recede.
If his vessel of protection is broken,
Will he simply sink?
©E.D. Allee
April, 2014
Image: http://universalangelicview.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/gaiaprotectsme.jpg
I say it frequently:
“Ohhhhh to live in my head.
A fun place to visit,
But not a great place to live.”
Sometimes:
Thoughts race in disorganized flight,
And have too few landing strips.
Clarity at times is fleeting,
Appearing primarily in blips.
My next steps are covered,
By the stretched shadows of blind leaps.
And open graves are created,
For my regret to sleep.
But:
On other occasions it’s orderly inside,
Rapid thoughts are flying straight.
With only short necessary landings,
To connect easily at different gates.
New information is absorbed,
And it’s applied in my active life.
My decisions stand a fighting chance,
Of being well thought out and right.
Sure:
The two do hang together,
Meeting at conventions and “Pub Brain”.
Strategizing, with one group dominant,
The Insanes versus the Sanes.
©E.D. Allee
March, 2014
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Is it really you?
Nice to make your acquaintance
Your true nature before me
Coveted silence…Once you were
Heavy and overwhelming
Deafening sound
Giving way to torment
No peace to be found
I’d fill the stifling vicinity
With polluted distractions
Trying to block my “quiet”
With false presentationsCan you hear that?
Nothingness
Void of chaos
Desirable emptiness
The incessant chatter
Has stopped for a time
And I’m not haunted by
That which I’ve left behindYour thick abrasive tendencies
Have faded some
And your once hidden nature
Is coming undone
My heartbeat is confined
To my chest
No longer blaring in fear
While I’m at rest
You’re accompanied
by a sense of calm
The threats of the world
Seem to take pause
Is this what others know?
Will I continue to unravel your power?
I never knew it was possible
To quiet my mind at willWe have much to discover, you and I
I hope this relationship continues to grow
I seek to stroll with you by placid waters
In sun and rain, wind and snow
©E.D. Allee
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