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Dark & Light

Post No. 817

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Dark & Light

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Darkness conceals the night

Stillness weighs heavy as the grave

A lone(ly) bird breaks the silence

Kwa-keh he calls but to no avail

Kwa-keh

Quiet replies

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Yesterday the dark was light

The air sheer as the wind blew

Birds slept in silence

Rocked by the trees

Boughs creaked in protest

Throughout the forest

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©Denise G Allen, 08 June 2015 11:02


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‘Twas a Wild Wind

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‘twas a wild, wild wind,

a wily, capricious

wind from the west,

its mischievous

spirit wavering, teetering

‘tween destruction and

obstruction – construction

not an option!

thrust and pause,

howling and moaning,

keening and droning

until it slowed to a sighing

as daylight lifted its mood

and its temper subsided

which was all to the good.

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©Denise G Allen, 28 September 2014 12:27


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Life Blood

Sunset

Sunset


Life Blood

My beautiful trees
With their glorious leaves
Reach out to the sky ~
Branches bare ~
Like sticks in the air, resting
‘til the first sign of spring
Sends their sap rising
Rushing, gushing upward
Stirring from the depths of their being
While we’re still gibbering
And shivering with cold.

©Denise G Allen, 13 July 2014 03:44


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God’s Garden

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From the rich and verdant greens
To bare rocks and mountain tops,
Waterless rivers with exposed beds
To those in flood, with banks of mud,

Infertile sand where naught will grow,
Deserts dry and baked by heat
Where the wind creates its art,
Grasslands and bushes of scrub,

Lakes and seas, reflecting
The breeze, a thousand trees
And animals galore with birds
And fish to complete the scene,

Flowers of every shape and hue,
Strong or delicate to touch or view,
Our earth is God’s garden,
Unequalled and unrivalled by man,

Original, unique and diverse
As only He can devise,
We have to maintain and sustain
This unequivocal treat for our eyes.

©Denise G Allen, 20 May 2014 14:48


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Birdsong

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I think there’s a link between the sunrise
and the blue skies and the birds’ cries.
When I lie in bed I can hear when the sky is clear…
The raucous cries of the larger birds tear me from my sleep,
while the smaller chirps and cheeps try their hardest to compete ~
all this in the darkest night before the sun even shows himself awake ~
but I know, I can tell, a beautiful day awaits.

In the same way, when the birdsong is muted
and the screams have lost their harshness,
I know, I can feel, that a gentle day is in the offing,
perhaps with showers and a softening in the air.

How can any deny our Father when the proof is always there
and nature sings His praises for all the world to hear?
Are we ‘accidental’ beings and our world a chance MIS-take?
It’s preposterous to think that this could be the case!

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©Denise G Allen, 14 January 2014 06:44


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Don’t Give Up

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So many birds have missing feet,

Misshapen claws, fused into a lump, a clump…

Crippled… but no one cares.

They hop, hop, hop from here to there,

Pecking at the ground ~~

It’s all about survival!

I see the same ones day after day

But it’s the first few days post injury that count

The brave struggle – that’s what it’s about,

Persistence despite the pain

Until it becomes a part of existence

So one can’t remember how it was before

And one feels normal again.

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©Denise G Allen, 07 January 2014 07:13