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Shadows

Post No. 895

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Shadows

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Shadows come and go away

In many different shades of grey.

Densely darkest secrets

Hidden in their copious folds,

Hidden from the world,

Never to be told.

What is life with no shadow,

Where every action leaves its mark,

Positive or negative,

Each one conjures up the other?

Naught but a bland and tasteless mess ~

Unappetising to say the least!

Unless…  our aim would be

To break the chain, sever the fetter,

To give others joy, to pass on happiness

Where e’er we may and find our own recompense

When that shadow falls on us.

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©Denise G Allen, 07 November 2015 09:48

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And Time

Post No. 854

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And Time

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And time can be so misunderstood

Whether flying by in the blink of an eye

Or dragging slowly, stretching, extending

Seemingly depending on one’s view

And thyme is of the essence too

Stuffing in a fowl never smelled as good —

The aroma beckoning our hunger pangs

We walk life’s path hand-in-hand with time

Alongside us and our shadow lags behind

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©Denise G Allen, 14 August 2015 14:44


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Sunday Afternoon

Post No. 832

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Sunday Afternoon

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Another scone…? Chocolate cake?

Thank you, I don’t mind if I do.

Children playing on the lawn

There for all the world to see

A picture perfect family

Sunshine on my face

But a shadow on my back

Casts its weight

In variegated shades of black

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©Denise G Allen, 01 July 2015 05:02


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Hope…

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Good and evil,
God and the devil,
Hope and despair.

In our need to survive
Hope keeps us alive;
As the cool waters flow
Hope keeps us afloat
In the sea(-son) of life.

Hope is frail, pale,
A shadow without substance,
Hollow as an empty bowl
Until, filled with God’s promise,
Trust is born in our soul.

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©Denise G Allen, 24 February 2014 10:02


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Shadow Mouse

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He flattened himself, slid under the door,

Pancake-wise,

Then reinflated on the other side.

He followed the angle ‘tween wall and floor

As around the edge of the room he crept,

A little gray ghost with his nose ahead,

A dark silent shadow melting, melding

Shape-shifting,

Almost invisible as he progressed

Towards the room where the food was kept.

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©Denise G Allen, 26 January 2013 10:53

The idea for this one came from Brian Miller’s cranial mouse nest, lol!

http://www.waystationone.com/2013/01/meetingthebar-flos-on-stool-being.html