God: Illusion or Reality?

Alison L. JamesPoetry

Did the pin prick to your finger Cause your blood to flow? Did not your body’s intelligence Send a message of pain? Is the pain, although invisible, Less than a reality? Did you smell the water-laden fir trees Leaning on … Read More

Discipline

Alison L. JamesPoetry

Chaos, unsynchronized, rolling, clashing, Without rhythm or forethought, Breaks backs and hearts, Leaves debris in its wake. Following design, pattern and focus Weaves a tapestry of forces To culminate in a point, An achievable idea. First in mind, then kept … Read More

Awaiting Spring

Alison L. JamesPoetry

Granite grey clouds, like dull quartz inclusions, Drift across New York’s skyline Obscuring sunny skies from view. Once grassy slopes, now slick mud patches, Invite scampering dogs, who leave Dark paw-prints on matt concrete. Low City sounds thud to the … Read More

My angel has gone…

Alison L. JamesPoetry

No enlivening vibration To cheer my soul The breath of life Appears withdrawn, Yet I am breathing still. My senses feel deprived Of former bliss, I feel alone In a void universe, Yet I know I am loved. The spark … Read More

Deep Calleth Unto Deep

Alison L. JamesPoetry

Your day begins in darkness, Where your thoughts are still but dreams Buried deep in your subconscious, Earth’s reality is not what it seems. Ideas, creativity, imagination Are given you to be won, To be manifested in reality, To join … Read More

The Passenger

Alison L. JamesPoetry

He sits, he stares, Motionless, suspended In his colorless world, In his downtrodden shoes, Lost in time and space. His eyes are fixed Upon the ground, Head cupped in hand, Grey cap tipped, The world passes, but he does not … Read More

Abundance

Alison L. JamesPoetry

I slowly encircle the flowering lime tree, Its laden branches enveloping me, Warm evening breezes blow through my hair, I breathe in Mother Nature’s perfumed air. She fills me, gives me life anew The lime tree swaying is breathing too … Read More

Pebble

Alison L. JamesPoetry

I am a pebble Compounded, striated, smoothed and rounded, Of solid stone Cut from the earth’s crust, Shaped and worn By the tossing of the waves, Grated vigorously against other pebbles, Lifted and moved By pounding tidal waters, Turned, twisted, … Read More

Ode to Saint Paul

Alison L. JamesPoetry

Oh timeless traveler, Do you still visit childhood haunts Below the Cydnus River banks Above the trading port of Tarsus Where Egyptian Queen Cleopatra Beguiled Roman Mark Anthony? Oh cosmopolitan one, A Roman by citizenship, A Jew by birth, A … Read More

What is a Mother?

Alison L. JamesPoetry

A mother is God’s chosen vessel To give birth to you and me, Your mother formed you in the womb But God created thee. She gave you her genetic imprint And your father’s family tree, She fed you with her … Read More