The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

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Walking in the misty morn,

The world around me sleeping still,

The birthing sun tints the sky

With beauty from another realm ~

Rosy posies, red and gold

Glorious splendour to behold ~

And then from the corner of my eye

I spied a speck, a spot of purest pink.

Along the grass-edged path it lay

Neglected, withering even as I gazed;

‘tis since recovered with pride of place

At home among my simple flowers

Rooted well in ecstasy

With flowering blossoms for all to see

Its happiness in being saved.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2014 08:21

Lightning

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A silver thread ran through the wind

Winding and twining round and round;

Freedom at last

From a muggy past

Where the air lay heavy and still

And he was trapped as it overlapped

Until, bursting with joy,

He cartwheeled into the clouds

Scattering flaming colours,

Washes of silver and gold,

As he zig-zagged his path

With a tinkling laugh,

Way up high across the sky,

Leaving his grumbling shadow to follow.

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©Denise G Allen, 12 June 2014 10:59

Morning

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The early mist of morning
Hangs suspended in the air,
Weaves among the trees ~
A veil of secrecy ~
And life begins to stir.

A sweet and gentle breeze
Ripples through the leaves
And the heavens blush
Palest pink, seeping, deepening
Into a bloodied sky.

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©Denise G Allen, 03 December 2013 04:06

Shades

Shades – Trees

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Shades

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Shades of green with blue and gold
Block out more than half the sky ~
Magnificent trees, some young, some old,
With leaves that whisper in the breeze.

They sway, they bounce, they flounce,
Coquettish moods become apparent,
But then again they can be fierce
And whip themselves into a fury.

Sheltering birds take fright, take flight
Away from these bad tempered giants
Whose harbour was no longer offered,
Whose comfort was no longer proffered.

However, with the passing of the storm
I looked up at the leaves of varied hue,
At the sky of palest blue, and was
Surprised
To find
A passing bird spit in my eye!

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Image and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2013 08:15

Expressions

Sunrise

Sunset

Expressions
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I love to watch and see

The expressions in the sky

From the wond’rous beauty of the sunrise,

Hear the morning chorus sing,

To the peace and calm of evening

As the twitters fade and die;

The sun descends from heaven

And takes with him the light

So we can sleep at peace

Throughout the night.

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Images and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2013 05:19

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

DANCING WITH THE MOON

Dancing with the Moon

Spring

Spring

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Spring

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Life stirs after winter’s death,

Its long, cold sleep thru the snow and sleet,

Bare twigs and dead sticks

Tingle with awakening

And new life shows its nose

Gingerly testing before resurrecting;

A time of marvels and miracles

Where life lives and death dies

Under lightening skies.

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Image: Author

©DGA 25 April 2012 07:39

This was posted in LinkedIn Groups, Poets, Spring, on 25.04.2012.

 

Black Velvet *New

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In the black velvet night

Stars look ultra bright

No moon in the sky

Just you and I

Stand

Hand-in-hand

Under the canopy of light

Facing t’wards the east

Waiting

For the first rays of the sun

A new day has begun

A new world still to come

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Must have been a ‘bug’ – Sorry!

©DGA 21 January 2012 03:35

Night

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Silence is broken

Torn open

By the hoot

Of a solitary owl

And the quarter moon

Exposed

Unclothed

Slides

Tries to hide

Behind a cloud

In the sky

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©DGA 18 January 2012 06:13

LIGHT

  

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Light

Bright

Clear

As a tear

Rain-washed sky

Clouds scudding by

Radiant sunshine

Splashes its way

Into a brand new day

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©DGA 21 October 2011 07:42