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Serenity IS…

Kingman Wash in Arizona. Iphone snap

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,
Revitalize me.
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…

©E.D. Allee
January 1, 2015



With urgency, gathering all her strength,
Time progressing in obedience.
She tries to suspend the moment forever,
He’s leaving soon, risking life for defense.

The thought of losing him is torment.
To breathe she needs his love, his heart.
Sharing a singular beat, they’re united as one,
She has to ensure he doesn’t depart.

So she holds tight the the chains she lassoed time with,
As shards of active moments escape.
Knowing within, the efforts are futile,
Tomorrow will come; there will be a new day.

Yet she holds on till hands bleed, and chains empty,
Tears flowing from her darkened skies.
Weak from fighting a battle she couldn’t win,
In powerless despair she now prepares, to say her goodbyes.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=42978400




Nostalgia’s Power…


Nostalgia’s power

Emotions ignited upon remembering

Returning to a time or place

In a state of wakeful dreaming

Sights and sounds are reborn

Smells enhance the memories

In the living color that engulfs

Our personal histories

Fondness, sorrow, peace, regret

Sometimes it’s difficult to linger

In the longing that we know

While revisiting dusty mirrors

At times tears are born of pain

At others they are born of joy

There is recognition that much has changed

Just below all the accepted noise

Whispers of what once was

Shouts of what may have been if

Bittersweet representations

In the form of curse or gift…

©E.D. Allee

November 2013



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