ALISON CLOONAN - POEMS

ALISON CLOONAN has crossed America more times than she can remember, once with two kids and pulling a U-Haul trailer,  and often takes day trips as a way to temporarily satisfy her wanderlust. Having spent her life trying to find her purpose, she finally decided to give up and began writing about the pursuit instead. Now, the voice deep within her being is making its own journey into her fingers, and out to the world.
Up to this point she has raised children, spoiled grandchildren, counseled troubled teens, worked in corporations, banks, hotel management, the printing business, and as a trained psychiatric counselor at the world's largest prison hospital for the criminally insane. 

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​DARK POETRY

​I’ve read my poems
And they are dark.
But that is just
Because I do
Not write of the
Light I find on
The other side.
 

​COURAGE

​See!  Oh, you rage!
The force, the power of any age
Can be made, changed, or destroyed
By the use of this mighty emotion.
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Let the rage be pure in itself
Without bitterness, vengeance, or pity.
As the rage burns white hot
It refines all those things it is not.
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Burning against passions and ego,
Rage burns through to the heart, to the core.
It is there, in the soul, with the burned away
Bitterness, pity, and self
That the rage becomes
C-O-U-rage.
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​THANKFUL FOR YOU

​I am thankful for you.
In the dichotomy of love
You show me my weaknesses,
And through those sundry weaknesses
You have revealed my own deep strength.
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Although I am sad to know that
I still get so angry and hurt,
I am encouraged to know that
Against such deliberate and
Inconsiderate boorishness,
Although I fall, I still rise up.
 
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To know that others have let you
Get to your advanced age without
Using their stone to grind down your
Rough edges is regrettable. 
Being a diamond in the rough
 Is a diamond still, but they’re not,
In the crowns of royalty, used.
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There is but one stone strong enough,
And able, to bring a diamond
To full illuminosity.
It is only with another
Diamond, one so pure and so true,
That edges are broken and smoothed.
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Thank you for your rough condition,
 Which polished my own simple gem.
It had, for so long, lacked luster.