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Escaping the Abyss

Post No. 904

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Escaping the Abyss

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A bottomless pit

Is where I’m at

A deep well leading down to hell

I claw feverishly at the wall

And cry for help with a soundless voice

Bounded by silence

Black as pitch, absorbent hush

Rain runs barefoot down my neck

Soothing all pain along my back

I feel fingers reach down my arm

Leading me, guiding me

Upward, onward, safely

Far, far away from harm

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©Denise G Allen, 12 December 2015 08:15

 

 


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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


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Pain

Post No. 872

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Pain

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You have become

A second skin

Closer than a shadow

Nearer than kith or kin

An integral part of my heart

Seldom absent in the present

A constant companion

With degrees of contrast

More so now than in the past

To prise myself loose

I must find a distraction

Requiring my fullest attention

My complete focus

So you gently curl around me

In the quiet of the night

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©Denise G Allen, 13 September 2015 09:40


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Night, Wind and Son

Post No. 871

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Night, Wind and Son

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I wake in the night

To the moon and stars

Shining ever so bright

Embellishing the skies

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The wind whispers His name

Rustling through the trees

Who are you, I ask

I am He, it replies

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The Son, heaven’s crown

Blesses all He shines upon

Bringing life-giving rain

Relief from heat and pain

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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2015 18:04


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Dark Valley

Post No. 835

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Dark Valley

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The sun shines brightly

On surrounding mountain tops

While down in the valley

Mist swirls patterns emerge

And darkness rules

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Shards of pain pierce again

And again while lightning flashes

Thunder resounds from outcrops

As rocks parade their metallic

Makeup content as backdrops

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To the display of higher power

Oh to rise high in the skies

Rest in the warmth of the Son

Away from the doom and gloom

And the worries of the world

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©Denise G Allen, 06 July 2015 09:31


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Rain

Post No. 810

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Rain

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I kneel on the grass

with the rain on my face

rivulets run

trickle down

between my breasts

parched as the ground

the earth and i

bone dry under the sky

drops melt, meld into one

vanish into cracks

fissures in the rocks

my tears disappear

consumed by the air

and the pain…

washes away in the rain

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©Denise G Allen, 01 June 2015 03:25


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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


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Cold Old Bones

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Cold Old Bones

Winter crept, while we slept,

Into our homes and our cold old bones,

And joints with stiffly (f)rigid digits.

As we awoke the freezing air

Held us fast there in its grasp,

Held us tight with all its might,

We fight to breathe, we’d like to leave

For warmer climes, for heated homes

To ease the hurt of these cold old bones.

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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 19 May 2013 20:13

Photo taken with my cellphone a few years ago.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Living Life

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We know we’re alive when we…

Feel the heartbeat, the throb and pulse of life,

The joy and pain, the sunshine and rain of life,

Squeeze the last drops to savour the flavour.

Living life, loving life…

The good and the bad, the happy and sad,

En-Courage others to do the same,

Inspire them to honour His name

And raise our spirit to a higher plane…

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©Denise G Allen, 01 May 2013 05:39