Reflections

Post No. 830

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Reflections

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Sweep the dark dank and dusty corners of my heart

Cleaning out the debris of the past

What’s gone is gone and will never be the same

New beginnings with only myself to blame

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My life seems to be

— on reflection — full of new starts

But I fail always

— in detection — to find the underlying

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Is it that which goes before a fall

Or perhaps shape-shifting blame

Or none at all but many many more

God help me find what I am searching for…

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©Denise G Allen, 27 June 2015 04:23

Life Changes

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Born with a pure soul,

Unsullied, untarnished

As the proverbial driven snow

Life scars us, erodes and corrodes

Our spirit, forcing us to hide

Our face behind a mask

And grow a shell around our heart.

Thus armoured, we sally forth

Among the worldly-wise,

Pretending to fit,

Tho’ ill-equipped,

And no one expects or suspects

That what they see is not reality.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 January 2014 18:29

EYES

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Burning eyes

Are eyes of anger,

Lowered eyes

Are eyes of shame,

Dancing eyes

Are eyes of mischief

As we all play the game.

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We search each other’s eyes

To distinguish fact from lies.

Lips don’t always tell the truth

(And you’re the living proof),

But your wide,

Innocent eyes

Convinced me otherwise.

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Burning eyes

Are eyes of anger,

Lowered eyes

Are eyes of shame,

Dancing eyes

Are eyes of mischief

As we all play the game.

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©DGA 11 September 2011 21:48

Scary, Scary Night

Scary, Scary Night

As the last rays of the sun
Drop below the horizon,
As the dusk turns to dark
Colour fades to different shades
Of black and greys.
Eyes strain to make out alien shapes.
As I brush against the drapes
A heavy fluttering fills the air;
What it is I do not care.
Bats, vampires, bloody ghouls –
And killing tools –
My mind runs riot,
Filling me with a deep disquiet.
Evil men and dastardly deeds –
Rapists with unholy needs –
This is the world of the night,
Where all the innocent take flight.

Image: Photobucket.com
©DGA 19.03.2011 17:04

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

She entered the room
And sat on a chair by the window.
The rays from the sun
Lit up her hair like a halo.

She reached over to take
A ripe nectarine from the bowl;
Her teeth glinted white
As she took her first bite of the fruit.

A pear and banana
Were next to follow with gusto.
She stretched like a cat
Before going outside to the pool.

Pursued by eyes
Admiring the grace of her walk,
An innocent child
Masquerading in an adult’s disguise.

Photo: Flickr.com

©DGA