In the blackest black
There’s a speck of light
The smallest dot
Or prick of white
Day dusts the dawn
With a rosy hue
But from outer space
The earth looks blue
How trifling we seem
In the scheme of things
Our egos are all
But we are too small –
Important only in our heads
As we lie musing in our beds
©Denise G Allen 27 July 2012 08:38
Favoured son throughout his youth,
She tried the best she knew in truth,
But he drifted aside from the narrow way,
Lost in the choices of that day.
Now, deaf to all his mother’s pleas,
He can‘t resist the pull of dis-ease,
He‘s drawn along by a magnetic force;
She cannot change the path of his course.
He’s about to self-destruct
As deeper into the mire he’s sucked!
Oh, Father God, in Jesus name
Help the mother to save her son
Fill them with faith and Your unending love
And send them Your strength from heav’n above.
© Denise G Allen, 17 July 2012 08:44
See related post.
It leaves the mountains covered in snow
And dumps its rain beside the hills,
Filling near-empty dams but
Causing flooding in the dells.
This wind echoes the sound of the sea
A thousand miles in its wake,
But the land in the east is dry as a bone
And there’s naught its thirst to slake.
Warm and snug in bed I lie,
Thinking of those who, unlike I,
Huddle under the cold black sky
And I wonder, ‘Why?’
© Denise G Allen 15 July 2012 06:07
It has always been my policy
To write my own kind of poetry
That which comes from my heart
And not my head
No form nor style
Except for a haiku now and then
(where I stayed awhile)
And I was at ease
Until I became trapped
Ensnared by a set on the internet
Discussing correct ‘form’
Which made me drown
In the ether of my discontent
(apologies to Will Shakespeare)
To say nothing of my ignorance
Hundreds – no, thousands of emails later
I have managed at last to free myself
What relief – ‘twas beyond belief…!
Rules are writ to be broken
Like words are wrote to be spoken
We are not so many peas in a pod
Whose poems send me off to the Land of Nod.
© Denise G Allen 01 July 2012 08:48