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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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Dark & Light

Post No. 817

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Dark & Light

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Darkness conceals the night

Stillness weighs heavy as the grave

A lone(ly) bird breaks the silence

Kwa-keh he calls but to no avail

Kwa-keh

Quiet replies

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Yesterday the dark was light

The air sheer as the wind blew

Birds slept in silence

Rocked by the trees

Boughs creaked in protest

Throughout the forest

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©Denise G Allen, 08 June 2015 11:02


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Silence is Silver

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Silence is silver,

Gold is too brash

As the sound of cymbals

Will clash in the silvery

Silence of the moon,

And soon you will hear

Silence breathe –

You can catch its breath

If you listen hard enough

And the breath of peace

Can cloak the world

If we only believe…

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©Denise G Allen, 17 April 2014 06:54


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Silence is…

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A warm blanket on a cold winter’s night

Before being torn just before dawn

By the loud cries of Africa’s birds

Hadedas, wild geese and louries

Taking off to circle the skies

Waiting, anticipating the sunrise

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©Denise G Allen, 19 July 2013 07:48

Sounds available at: http://www.africam.co.za/wildlife/soundsafricambirds#hadedaibis


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Sleep

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Sleep laps around me as I lie,
Breathe in, two, three, four…
Silence is golden,
Breathe out, two, three, four…

So many kinds of silence,
Peaceful, poignant,
Pregnant, after-shock…
Jane and her dad in Golden Pond,
Long time, no see,
She didn’t hold the key,
Nothing keeps old age away,
Nothing can hold time at bay.

In, two, three, four…
Out, two, three, four…
Sleep washes over me,
Carries me away, away…
To that secret place,
To that secret space…

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©Denise G Allen, 15 July 2013 08:53