Post No. 845
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Imagination
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As the wind blows
As the world spins
A willow-the-wisp
That I cannot grasp
Lies in my path
Just out of reach
Barriers fail
Bars cannot hold
Invisible thoughts
Float in the air
Puff of smoke with a tail
Teasing my brain
Over and over again
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©Denise G Allen, 25 July 2015 06:41
Post No. 807
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Morning
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Drops of dew hang suspended
From flower petals and leafy trees,
From grassy blades appended,
Twinkle like diamonds,
Sparkle like stars
Amongst golden rays;
A simple garden,
A magical fairyland,
A place, a space on earth
For imagination’s birth…
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©Denise G Allen, 27 May 2015 17:21
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Intuition frees the mind
Leaving cognisance behind,
Goes with the flow ~ out the door,
Imagination wanting more;
Hands on or off, no matter,
With the aid of the Creator;
Painting, writing, with a passion
Helped by auras in the ether.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 November 2013 12:41
Cumulus Clouds
Fantasies
White, fluffy clouds up high in the sky –
The lower layer moves slowly
And, to my eye,
What wonderful shapes they make:
Animals, birds and even the faces
Of men and women,
Then the picture changes
As vehicles of all descriptions
Come and go while I watch,
Morphing from one to another,
An angel, a wizard, a witch,
Fantasies of an endless variety
Take my imagination on a wild journey.
Photo: Wikimedia.org
©DGA 30.09.2010
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