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Silver Fish

Post No. 855


Silver Fish


Flash of silver quick as lightning

Fleet of fin (ha) they catch a ride

On the backwash of each wave

Taking shelter behind cropped rocks

Knowing the music of the sea

Feeling the rhythm of the water

Breathing in, breathing out

Anticipating even the crabs’

Sideways stagger —

Silent hunters of the ocean floor —

Confident of the secret pathways

Shortcuts made to aid escape


©Denise G Allen, 15 August 2015 08:24

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Post No. 852




Hands cannot hold the feelings in my soul

empty hands but heavy hearted

oceans of emotions wash over me

fighting for survival like waves

upon a viscous sea of good and evil

but there is a lifeline cast to me

cast to me to set me free

to lift me up from the salty sea

to raise me up and to set me free

and You, O Lord, are He


©Denise G Allen, 08 August 2015 05:47


Watching the Sea


I have sat for hours,

And could sit for hours more,

Watching the sea;

Marvelling at its many moods

From a calm, gelatinous mass

To a raging, furious, crass

But fascinating, captivating


Throwing itself against the rocks

Blocking its way, and the spray

Dispersing, diffusing across my view

Covering you and me

As we watched the sea.


©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2014 09:30

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The Wilderness


The call of the mountains

Echoing through the air,

The singing of the sea

Softly sighing eternally,

The morning chorus of birdsong,

The bullfrogs’ croak at night,

Thank you Heavenly Father

For all you’ve given me,

My destiny… and my delight.


©Denise G Allen, 09 October 2014 08:36
Wilderness or wildland is a natural environment on Earth that has not been significantly modified by civilized human activity. It may also be defined as: “The most intact, undisturbed wild natural areas left on our planet—those last truly wild places that humans do not control and have not developed with roads, pipelines or other industrial infrastructure.”


A Portrait of the Sea


Capturing colour with light and shade,

Shining translucent as lemonade,

Swells as high as the heavens above

And valleys as deep as a castle keep,

We squeeze the paint from the toothpaste tube

To brighten her smile on this sunny day,

Trimming blues or turquoise and even green

Thus giving it all a luminous sheen.


©Denise G Allen, 05 October 2014 14:24


A Sleepless Night


A gutsy, gusty wind blows hard against my window pane,

Rattling the blinds, klonk, klonk, klonkity, klonk

And sleep stretches further and further away

Almost out of reach…

My mother was a worrier most of her life;

If it wasn’t ‘your father’, it was ‘you children’

But she did have peace after he had left,

Peace that ‘passeth all understanding’* which I,

Only now, fully comprehend.

The lamp shows it to be one thirty ay em

As I rise to close the outer door, Cat’s only escape route

From the prison of my home…

The wind has changed to sensuous sounds of the sea

Swelling, washing, back and forth, back and forth,

Calming, soothing and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Comes to mind as I drift away on the vast sea of eternity.


©Denise G Allen, 20 June 2014 01:05



Sand Castles



A day at the sea
My sister and me
As excited could be
With our buckets and spades.

Down to the water’s edge
Carrying our pails,
Trying not to slop,
Back up the slope.

We pack the sand
As tight as we can.
My turret’s askew
But the best I can do.

And now for the moat
We fill it with water,
Step back to look
And what do we see?

The ocean’s encroached
With the incoming tide,
So to avoid a calamity
We must build a wall with alacrity…

Ha, too late, too late,
It’s breached the castle gate
And we watch the structure
c-o-ll-a-p-s-e into naught…


©Denise G Allen, 30 March 2014 06:44


The Painter


fingers of blue,
a purple slash
kissed with yellow
over a narrow wrist,
cONcentration filled his face
as the sea took life
beneath his brush
and his bush of hair
athwart his face,
streaked blue,
being pushed aside,
a hindrance to his view,
totally unaware of my stare,
not knowing I was there
he was lost in his world,
locked in the inspiration
of creation.


©Denise G Allen, 27 March 2014 13:16




Eyes closed, I lay on my back
In the warmth of the sun,
Gently undulating sea beneath,
Bathed in calmness and peace.

Starting upright, treading water,
I saw that I had drifted far out
Taken by the current and now
Gripped by the undertow.

Then, from the corner of my eye
A fin appeared, slicing the swells,
A heart-stopping moment as I knew
He would be first in the queue.

BUMP, BUmp, bump…

A dolphin knocked against my legs;
Instinctively I opened a pathway
And he swam between, rising up,
And upwards until I lay on his back.

He carried me to the ocean shelf
Where he stopped before the shallows
And watched ‘til I was safely aground
Then with a splash of his tail he was gone.


©Denise G Allen, 07 August 2013 14:55


The Wind


The Wind


Lying on the silky *strand

A study in immobility

I feel the warm wind

Caressing me

Polishing my skin

With fine grains of sand

And the softest spray of sea


Photograph: Per kind favour of

©Denise G Allen, 09 January 2013 06:02 *Edited 08:19

*Strand: The shore of a sea, lake, or large river: “a heron glided to rest on a pebbly strand”. The Free Dictionary.