Archive for the Poetry Category

A Lifetime in a Moment

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2012 by allisonlabine

Loose rock slips.
I climb higher,
Almost there.

Her voice rushes over me,
Urging me closer.
Her scent, her
Primeval perfume
Pulls with the
Force of life and death.
I can’t resist.

My fingers sink into earth;
She grabs my hair
With wild hands.

Almost…

I lift my face
To the sun, and
The whole world unfolds –

Blue as far as
The eye can see.
Salt weaving
Inside my soul.

White whispers
So smooth,
So soft,
So utterly devouring.

I close my eyes and breathe in
Deeply.
And in that moment,
Live for a lifetime.

-Allison LaBine

 

Image of me by Ticiana Hugentobler; Brazil

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Until

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , on February 14, 2012 by allisonlabine

Where the sun meets the horizon and burns in a thousand different colors…we will meet again.

– Allison LaBine

Image by Allison LaBine; Italy

Sunrise feather

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on February 9, 2012 by allisonlabine

Soft whispers,
Flushed skin,
Fingertips moving
Down your spine.

– Allison LaBine

Image by Allison LaBine

Reflections of Freedom

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2012 by allisonlabine

Waves beat at the concrete cage,
Hissing –
You are my prisoner,
Through each age.

A seagull swooped down and called,
You have no voice.
You are frozen to this spot white tower;
In what world did you have a choice?

Fog choked.  Ice cracked.
The sun’s flames
Ceaselessly scorched.
Ships passed and
Sailors turned,
Even the moon’s silhouette burned.

Still,
The tower stood,
Separate and alone;
A thousand days
Blurring into one long night,
Silence –
Echoing in hollow bone.

Hear me,
Hear my voice,
Tell me I am not alone.
My ache was a whisper,
Before a hushed cry,
Now – a raging, burning tome.

Alone?
You are nothing but alone,
The wind screeched and moaned.

You will not speak,
Hold your tongue,
Your empty
Words, I steal.
They will stay down
Deep inside
Buried,
Quiet and unreal.

And now no more,
Your heart has slowed,
Your faint call falls on
Deaf ears.
Close your eyes,
And go to sleep,
You are not needed here.

But something heard,
Something felt,
The wake of life above.
And reached out,
Reached up,
With sweeping arms of hope.

The gull envies you for the
Heights you have climbed;
The wind and waves for your
Strength.
But your cage –
The one you have always known
Has been no one’s, but your own.

Bars built from your fear, and
Darkness reaching from your past,
Take down those walls, and
Dream –

You will be free at last.

-Allison LaBine

Photograph by Allison LaBine; Burano, Italy

Take my hand

Posted in Inspiration, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2012 by allisonlabine

I will be strong, and
I will be weak.

The wind will bend me,
Shape me,
Break me.

The sun will burn and
Sometimes blaze.

And the rain will never fail
To fall.

But I will stand.
I will get back up.
I will keep my head held high.

But not so high,
I miss your hand,
Reaching out to take mine.

-Allison LaBine

Image & words by Allison LaBine