Under the weather,
Seeking to ascend.
Into the silken blue,
Where infirmity ends.
Chicken soup and love,
Lots of rest and drink.
Transport me to the land of healing,
Above the weather I wish to be.
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee
Photo credit: http://www.onepoll.com/men-call-in-sick-sooner-than-women-when-suffering-a-coldflu/
It’s raining in the sky,
No hopes of touching ground.
Virga in the valley,
Sight without sound.
Beautiful, mysterious darkness,
A mass collection of gray.
Is there a longing to to connect,
Or a desire to stay away?
Virga in the valley,
I see beginning, and I see end.
It’s raining in the sky ,
Strands of water, limited.
©E.D. Allee
October, 2015
Mirror mirror, in the sky,
Show me, who I am through Your eyes.
Reflect to me what You see.
Heart… soul… strength…
Search me with Your penetrating gaze,
Into my inward hidden place.
All that You find pleasing to You,
Amplify in Your love and truth.
And that which You wish to refine,
Reveal and transform to Your design.
Grant me willingness,
Surrender and obedience…
©E.D. Allee
September, 2014
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!
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
The Cheshire Cat moon
Mischief and light-filled sky gem
Keeps watch through the night
©E.D. Allee
March, 2014
Image: http://lifeaperture.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/cropped-sliver.jpg
Forcing its glow upon closest billows,
To smother the dark density.
Affirming it’s superiority.
The half moon of a full moon night,
All the sky was offering.
Clouds obscuring clarity.
Yet, no doubt, the fullness exists,
In its spherical certainty.
Anchored above sturdily.
Radiance diminished by perception,
Senses often employed carelessly.
When all are bathed in the celestial reality.
©E.D. Allee
March, 2014
The lighthouse is in the sky,
A beacon to those below.
High enough for all to see,
If committed to looking up with hope.
On an island with no boundaries,
Open to all who seek.
To those who set their minds,
On the ethereal, shrouded in mystique.
©E.D. Allee
March, 2014
Pic: http://www.ggwallpaper.com/fantasy/an-island-in-the-sky-1600×900
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