Jackie Allen Poems
|41.||Metamorphosis Of A Dream||10/2/2013|
|42.||Walking Through The Woods On A Snowy Morning||12/14/2013|
|46.||View From The 11th Floor||9/7/2015|
|48.||Bleeding Hearts: Estrangement Vs The Letter||9/8/2015|
|53.||Outside My Window||8/16/2013|
|55.||The Colors I Wear||7/21/2013|
|56.||So Old The Story||6/26/2013|
|59.||The Big C||6/26/2013|
|60.||Sitting On The Fence||10/2/2013|
|61.||Time Of Reckoning||6/21/2013|
|62.||The Cathedral In The Woods||8/16/2013|
|64.||A Moment For All Time||6/24/2013|
|66.||Late Night Musings||6/28/2013|
|67.||The Healing Touch||9/6/2015|
|68.||Scent Of Grief||6/24/2013|
|69.||I Am What I Am||6/20/2013|
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I Am What I Am
When I was but a wee child,
two or three or more,
I dreamed that I could fly like a butterfly.
Over the mountains,
on wings of adventure
I sought out branches of laurel
and like a fairy,
I crowned my head with a ring of joy.
High above, when the clouds
up in the sky began to darken, began to cry,
I wished, at ten or so, that I was as small
as a mouse, so that I could scamper
into the rhubarb patch
and hide beneath their umbrella-like leaves,
munching on their juicy red stems,
making mouse-like noises.
Early in my teens, ...
Time Of Reckoning
Yesterday, he fell into a vat of self
pity, and with intent, stirred up the past...
drank of its bitter wine...
a pathetic, defeated man.
O, morning sun, be thou his true witness...
The hour of reckoning is knocking at
his door...He asks if life‘s rhyme is but a ruse,
and he but a pale shadow?