Speak softly, gentle muse,
Whisper in my ear
So only I can hear ~
O would that you could!
Instead I have a baying hound
Snapping at my heels
Saying nought but ‘Write… write… write,
You silly twit.’
And what can I write
That I have not yet writ?
Where is your inspiration?
All I have is perspiration for my trouble
As I struggle…
©Denise G Allen, 08 June 2013 05:25
Tick, tick, tick as the gas heats the burner
and the water begins to murmur
tick, tick, cheeeeeeee—– softly
pligh, pligh, pligh, bubbles rise and pop
getting bigger, rising higher,
click, clack, click, clack, clickclack, clickclackclickclack
boiling faster and faster, bumping, knocking
time is six oh three
they’ll be ready by six oh nine for the soft centre
and six twenty for the hard boiled
the rich smell of coffee fills the air
grab a plate and some toast
breakfast is ready…
~~~~ Oh, gee, I was so busy watching, listening,
learning, writing, I burnt the bread!
©Denise G Allen, 17 May 2013 06:36
There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
You know how to walk the walk
You know how to talk the talk
Sweet lips, honey drips
Sugar sprinkles, cream puffs
Candy bars – I see stars
When we kiss I’m on Mars
Or some other chocolate bars
I’ll write you a sonnet
And put frosting on it…
©Denise G Allen, 13 May 2013 20:05
Bees don’t sting –
but to protect them-
selves or the queen
they know if they do
sting you or i
they will surely die
and there’s the sting in the ta(i)le!
©Denise G Allen, 09 May 2013 07:32
Knock knock who’s there
Break the house
Remove the roof
Upper class Grade A
Scrambled or fried, she cried
©Denise G Allen, 28 March 2013 18:20
Can’t quite put your finger on’t,
Just out of reach,
On the tip of your tongue
What’s the word…?
©Denise G Allen, 11 March 2013 08:57
I feel the urge to write,
The words are buzzing round my brain –
What’s that? A fly,
Intruding on my train of thought.
Out, out damn fly…
Leave, I say, you ought
To be ashamed
To butt into my mind.
The words are gone,
Atrophied at their point of birth,
And you have won, or think you have…
SPLAT! Take that!
©Denise G Allen, 04 March 2013 13:42
We all agree, my friends and me,
That time is not what it used to be.
Like a ferris wheel or the London eye
Up to summer it rides
And down to winter it slides.
If a week lasts as long as a day
Then a year is just short of two months
And the rest of time has just blown away
Like fallen leaves on a windy day.
©Denise G Allen, 10 February 2013 10:37
The view from a picnic site where we stopped to stretch our legs:
Here we have a group of Blou Wildebeeste (direct translation: Blue Wild Beasts/Animals). There were many herds of these scattered throughout the park, often accompanied by zebra.
A Blou Wildebees male:
Our eyes focus on the distant hills,
Scour the savannah below,
Then comb the undergrowth
Seeking a sign that we’re not alone.
Many a time we see
A giraffe’s head perched on a tree
And, as the road winds, all too often we find
He’s watching the view while he dines..
We came across a few giraffe at the side of the road. The first picture shows the giraffe gazing rather vacantly in our direction. The second photo shows a distinct change in his expression – mainly the set of his ears which are usually expressive in most animals – and his mouth.
Images and post ©Denise G Allen, 03 February 2013 22:28
Jack and Mrs Sprat
Thin and very fat
Took a stroll around the town
Looking at the sights
Never dreaming they were one
To other passers-by
Admiring the lights
Mirrored in the glass
Imagining they fit right in
‘Cos there are many fat-cats
Greed will take its toll
Now fancy that
©Denise G Allen, 21 January 2013 08:23