Ashes to Sunshine E-Book

McCollonough Ceili

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

A poetic journey taken by a once primitive girl who is now living in the modern world. Join Ms. Ceili as she remembers her past, contemplates on the present, and journeys to the future.

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McCollonough Ceili

Ashes to Sunshine

A Poetic Journey

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Ashes to Sunshine

Ashes To Sunshine

   by

McCollonough Ceili

copyright 2012 McCollonough Ceili

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This collection is dedicated with love and thanks to all the souls who have ever entered my world. For each of you have taught me how to be the kind of soul I want to be.

Thank you, you helped create the stories found within these poems, prayers, and proses.

A special shout out to mywordwizard.com.  Thanks for all the great prompts and encouragement.

My first sets of poems are in Alphabetical order

Crying For Spring

Swimming in black soil beneath wintering skies, shoots once again harbor petals so frantic to live they scream a cry for the spring that will not come. Instead, frozen snow buries all proof of their existence in its blanket of silence.

(This poem was also published in our local street paper called The Contributor.)

Dancing Man

Dancing Man, dance a song for me, while you live here on the street.  Others look away, thinking you crazy - strange,

But all I see is a joyful child at play.

Dancing Man, I know not your name or from where you came,

Yet I feel blessed to see you just the same.

Others will see the blessing that you bring,

Though not until you no longer dance and sing.

Dancing Man, will you dance with me?

And teach me how to with this world make my peace?

Family Dreams

I hear they’re calling for me as I close my eyes.

I travel through the darkest night

Past the moon, stars, and many worlds to a family that waits for me, their little girl.

I play with them in a land where night has turned to day,

And terror fades.

The love that surrounds me,

Is second only to the love of my island family.

Though it is nothing special we do,

I wish this place were in my waking world too.

Fearing the night

Most look to the night with great joy. Their day is done; it is time to relax.

I look with fear. As darkness creeps around me, so do the memories that haunt my soul. For I no longer have the shelter of a busy day to keep the demons at bay. I used to gaze at the stars, now I cry with a pain-filled heart.

First Car

Spencer often spoke of her - her shiny red paint, new black tires, and powerful V8 engine. Of course, she was really just an old clunker with most of the paint gone, but in the eyes of a 16-year-old farm boy, she was a diamond just waiting to be polished from the rust of days gone by.

(I have a recurring dream where a man is carrying me to a waiting helicopter. This poem was the best way I could explain all that is happing in this dream.)

For Him

Do you think of me?

When you’re with your family?

When you work, do I cross your mind?

As scenes from your modern world fill your eyes,

Do you think of me when you pray? Do you remember what you used to say?

Do you think of me at all each day?

Or have you forgotten what you saw, the flames and blood?

Have you forgotten what you heard, the screams and cries of the hurt?

I remember how you carried me; spoke soft unknown words in my ear.

I felt safe in your arms, even though the end was near.

Do you think of me after all these years?

I think of you. I pray that for me you have never shed a tear.

(I love going treasure hunting at local garage sales.)

Garage Sale

Treasure hunting, Treasure finding, Sun shining, People smiling, Bargains flying, children hiding

(Inspired by a story that was told to me)

Hikers  

A northerly gust chilled the already frozen air, as the two hikers waited for the rising sun to begin another day of battling the mountain to reach its summit. Both, for reasons unknown, molded into friends for their lives depending on it and each other.

(I have always wondered if this was a dream about the real Lorraine or her actress twin in a movie I had seen sometime before.  The answer I guess I will never know.)

Hurricane Dream

Like a wisp of smokes I see your ghost, standing before me,

As I reach for a memory too faint to see.

Were you really standing there watching the coming storm,

Or from my imagination did that image form?

You were oddly still while chaos spun around the room.

Everyone else seemed to fear the coming doom.

A hurricane was about to land upon the beach,

And it was one you had to see.

To keep everyone safe from harm,

You risked it all, your near-fatal charm.