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The Painting

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Subdued colours

Weave the painting

Slightly out of focus

In the smoke-filled room.

People twirled

In another world

On the spinning floor.

Only the music

Holds them together

Tight against each other

Until… until… slowly

The magic of the music

Fades into the night.
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©Denise G Allen, 27 March 2014 07:24


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Magic

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Magic has rocked their complacency,

Questioned their dependency

And infiltrated all the pots.

She has the soul of a true artiste;

Sour faces smile, chatter all the while,

There is music in the air,

Light and love are everywhere –

Gone at last is the status quo

‘Whoever heard of a 5-star kitchen in a Home?’

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©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2013 07:10


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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