Archive for the Poetry Category

A Soldier’s Dream

Posted in Poetry on November 11, 2014 by allisonlabine

You dream of the scent of a woman’s skin;
Your woman’s. Her legs
Entwined with yours, her hair the
Music your fingertips play.

But you do not sleep.

You dream of eyes that only speak the
Language of love;
Your child’s. Soft cheek against your bare
Chest, gentle baby slumbering to the steady
Beat of your heart.

Still, you do not sleep.

You dream of silence you do not fear;
Sound you do not run from.
Sacrifice that keeps you whole, but
Still you do not sleep.

Still, you do not sleep.

Tucking a crinkled letter in your pocket,
You stand. On bruised legs,
Inside a shattered body
Blood-stained as the setting sun,

You rise and do not sleep.

 -Allison LaBine

Image © Allison LaBine


Poetry of the Earth

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 29, 2014 by allisonlabine

The poetry of Earth inside a petal
the beauty of motion inside a breeze…

“…the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” – Kahlil Gibran



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Sea Fever

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2014 by allisonlabine


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Sea Fever
By: John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

*A trick is the time spent at the wheel of a ship. Spume is the froth or foam found on waves.


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For no one, for everyone

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 28, 2012 by allisonlabine

“Twice as beautiful is the experience when two hearts forged in the fires of different lives perceive the same thing and a shared smile escapes, removing all barriers from that moment.” – Allison LaBine

Photo by Allison LaBine; Alaska

The Elements at work

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 10, 2012 by allisonlabine

Earth beneath your feet,
Water on your skin,
Fire from the sun…
Air to breathe it all in.


Words and photo by Allison LaBine; Florida

The fog

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2012 by allisonlabine

Across silent water,
Under night’s cloak;
The fog beckons,
And I come.

Words and photo by Allison LaBine, Alaska

The Sea

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2012 by allisonlabine

Can you hear the sound of the sea,
Taste the scent,
Feel the power, that’s
Lured men to her shore, then
Beckoned him beyond.
Into a world as unknown above
As it is below.
Inside the deepest, darkest, bluest depths.

-Allison LaBine


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Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida