Jackie Allen

A New Way, A New Day - Poem by Jackie Allen

The day smiled. Then while I slept, it cried.
Awakened, I decried the fury with which the storm
Fell and crashed. With pain of sorrow, it lashed
My back with anger’s rivets.

Along my back, white lightening streaks, attacked
My mood, similarly, too, across the way,
On the ridges of the mountain, the dark
Clouds shadowed one called The Priest.

And, then, the sweet relief, the sun smiling,
It beamed a rainbow, the colors blooming~
Spikes of white flowers, the goatsbeard framing
My view, the fog retiring.

Cliffs, caves reside nearby, my abode rests
Between the ancient hills, alongside the
Rock hanging down near path of Crawford’s Edge.
A raging stream still exclaims!

There, the hand of ancient time works its way
Smoothing the rocks while the Black Locust stands
Robust, rooted, waving its arms, watching,
Guarding, like sentry alarmed.

Accept it for what it is? Dare I now take
From example, season for mourning, grief,
Joy? Ah, yes, but why say choose the latter way,
With pen and pad, with gladness?

Shall I play old mind games with emerging
Black eyed gals, named Susan, who in yellow
Petaled skirts dance in rhythm? There, exists,
Recompense. Place of joy.

As sweet as place called heaven, a voice
Sings sunlit songs. And pen, relinquishing
Some sorrow, considers now releasing
Past wrongs... embedded far too long.

Jackie Allen
6 July 2013

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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