Thoughts Fill A Room


where do my thoughts house
when a room overflows
of thoughts unknown
where do my thoughts house
when I am told
how to think
where do my thoughts
feel safe when my armor
is weathered
where is the
unweathered armor
and the house
of room.

Allison Ashton





A Hearts Home, when stolen


 When a hearts
home
is stolen
it is replaced by
things, that are
unkind, unfit,
luring of lies,
masked in
bone deceit.
A 60 walt bulb disguises.
only
With a swift hand
pushing back the
blue curtain and
the brilliant light
of honesty
reveals masks
lieing down, dead

Allison Ashton






When life breaths with questions


When life breaths with questions
feeling your frustration echo in my mind.
Your heart so big where stars do shine.
Where do you land your feet
when your vision is so wide?
Where do you find sweet
satisfaction?
In unexpeced moments
of creation above
or in spring where macro
drops of water glisten
with beauty and light
or the grasshopper that
sits in quiet repose for
the camera to click.
In small yet huge echos
where creation speaks
frustration takes a break
and creation breathes
a new breath
and questions in retreat

Allison Ashton





Paintings on the wall


Life exhibits
frozen in time
words hang
near each
dormant
no one comes
but one
walking
through
the gallery
of the mind.

Allison Ashton






A String Pull Away


Do we cry a thousand tears
or die a thousand deaths?
Do we live in shadows
and bury our hearts in sand?
Do we control the heart that beats
or the blood that rushes through?
Do we live in fiction worlds
that only a mass of fiber conceives?
and forget a bigger world
that longs for our eyes to see?
The blinds are only a string pull away.
 
Allison Ashton