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Waiting…

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The world is waiting for what comes next;

Even the howling wind holds its breath.

The clouds are black across the sky

And I, with my eyes on the sea below

Watch it boil and recoil as the monster beneath

Twists and turns to escape the grip of the tide

Sucking, pulling, drawing him under,

While the men on deck look on as the sea

Plays its role in helping the whale to flee.

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©Denise G Allen, 29 December 2012 09:08


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The Spirit of Art

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Flesh and bone can write the music

And the heart supply the beat,

But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.

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Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole

Unless he leaves a part of it behind.

Painters, sculptors, poets, all,

Often manage to enthral admirers

With the wealth of their emotions.

Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain

Reflected in their work

Can sometimes miss the mark

Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.

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©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012  07:04


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Bird Watching

Cat

Cat

Bird Watching

A sound, a movement
In the early morning light
He entered the room
And his eyes met mine
As with a ‘prrt-prrt’
(‘Hello’ in cattish) he greeted me,
‘Good morning, Cat’, said I.
‘It’s too early for breakfast time.’
‘Mma’ he replied as he stretched out
Full length on the floor
It was only then I saw the little bird –
Another present, but this was alive!
How weird, so bizarre,
What a surprise, this little guy
Sitting quite still, and calmly
Watching us, both Cat and I.

Photograph: ©Denise G Allen

©Denise G Allen, 23 December 2012 04:30


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GIFTS

Cat

Cat

GIFTS

I gave my mom a gift today,
In the very early hours.
Number six on the list,
It was not a bunch of flowers.
Another rat. Spoilsport,
‘Cos he wouldn’t play the game.
She said I was a clever boy
But when I looked again
He wasn’t there, gone,
Disappeared into thin air –
What a crying shame!

Photograph: ©Denise G Allen

©Denise G Allen, 22 December 2012 06:55


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ACCOUNTABILITY

She’s made herself a beast of burden,
saddled with the liability
(deemed to be a necessity),
saddened by her inability
thus increasing the complexity,
as she’s an avid defendant
and therefore a co-dependant
which, in all the confusion,
appears to be a delusion.

See also: A Mother’s Prayer

©Denise G Allen 16 December 2012 16:17


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DUSK

Sunset 1

DUSK

Shadows crept under the door,
across the floor,
consuming the light
and all things bright,
colour vanished,
banished from sight,
only
the lonely
shriek of a plover
ripped the blanket of the night.

Photograph: ©Denise G Allen
©Denise G Allen 16 December 2012 01:14