Dearth

Post No. 892

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Dearth

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I pace back and forth

Watching the clouds in the sky

Blowing hither and thither

Holding on tight to the rain

And I feel their pain

Squeezed, squashed,

Contained under pressure

Unable to explode ~ for now ~

A few drops the day before

Evaporated as they touched the earth

Sucked upward before they

Could slake the thirst of the soil…

And the clouds scud away

Lightning, thunder threaten

To tear them asunder

But no, the time is not right

The clouds are not ripe

And all we can do is pray

For a soft, gentle rain to soak

The dryness away on another day

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®Denise G Allen, 02 November 2015 07:12

Body and Soul

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My body feels drought and rain

My soul feels joy and pain

But some live in the clouds

Behind chemical shrouds

Afraid to display

Heartache and grief

In the mistaken belief

That emotion disclosed

Is weakness exposed

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©Denise G Allen, 07 January 2013 08:23

I have no words…

Can the Somalian tragedy be changed into our greatest humanity?

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http://www.unhcr.org/

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I won’t be doing any more posts for a few days.  I am fast running out of my gig allocation for the month 😦

Roll on the time when I will be back on ADSL 🙂

Spring Rain

Sidey’s weekend theme, 27.08.2010: New Beginnings

Spring Rain

I smelled the sweetness of the rain
In the air before it came,
Bringing life back to the earth
After winter’s unhurried death.

The gentle drops fall from the clouds
Following many months of drought
And the soil drinks greedily
To deeply satisfy its thirst.

The circle of the seasons
Is about to start again
As earth maintains its journey
Of orbiting the sun.

Photo: photobucket.com

©DGA