Post No. 915
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The Droplet
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As I watched
The line ran
Glistening silver
Towards the edge
Hesitated, elongated
Then drooped over
Poised to fall…
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©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2016 03:04
Tag Archives: water
Poetry Translated
Post No. 883
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Poetry Translated
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A language of feelings
That speak to my soul
‘bout love carried on the wind
With scents of flowers to refresh
The tinkle of water in the stream
While I dream of things to come
In the free flow of life
Carrying us onward
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©Denise G Allen, 12 October 2015 07:52
Faith
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…can move mountains,
Or so they say…
But the faith that God
Wants us to have
Is as pure as spring water,
Fountains, clean and clear
As a child’s view,
Without conditions, restrictions,
And no complications,
But the more we struggle to understand,
The harder we try to read God’s mind,
The further we stray from His way.
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©Denise G Allen, 30 June 2014 07:33
Guerilla Warfare
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Man is at war with himself;
Greed is the reason.
Where are those who mocked,
The soothsayers, truthsayers?
Do they have a quick fix?
They have poisoned our waters,
Fouled our air,
And continue to do so
Exponentially,
Cutting off our lives at the source.
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©Denise G Allen, 19 June 2014 05:22
Sea Shore
Edited
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Golden sands,
from powder-fine to
coarse as grits,
pebbles, stones and
bits of shell,
washed by the sea
back and forth, back and forth,
brushed by the wind
incessantly sweeping,
and burnt by the harsh
heat of a merciless sun.
The crocheted edging of the waves,
lacy white as a sudsy shower,
washes up on the sandy shore
dying slowly as it goes
until, exhausted, it can do no more,
sliding back from whence it came,
slipping backward down again ~
mesmerising movements,
hypnotising moments ~
with seagulls screaming overhead
and diving down to catch their food.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 January 2014 07:12
Meanderings
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My mind meanders like a river
‘Cross polished stones and burnished sand
Feels the ripples of the water
Running o’er my burning hand
Where the sun has warmed my bloodstream
The liquid gently damps it down
And my fingers dribble slowly
Wash away my mental frown
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©Denise G Allen, 28 April 2013 05:55
Ups and Downs
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I believe
We’re here to learn
To take our turn,
But do we choose
Or are we chosen
For the ups and downs,
Sink or swim,
Survive or drown
In the troubled waters
Of life.
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©Denise G Allen, 18 February 2013 06:06
Watching & Waiting
Pilanesberg – Raptor Look-out
Pilanesberg – Raptor Look-out
One morning on our way to one of the hides where we hoped to see an hippopotamus we came across an enormous herd of elephant. All sizes and all ages. They were on both sides of the road and at arm’s length from the car. I managed to get a few photo’s to show just how close they were.
Pilanesberg – Elephant
Pilanesberg – Elephant
Pilanesberg – Elephant
This particular hide was situated on stilts and was partially over the dam. The floor was made of wooden planks, laid slightly apart from each other so we were able to look through the gaps at the water below. We could see something in the water, but were unsure whether it was a turtle or even just a piece of flotsam. Then it gave a sort of loud grunt and, still mostly submerged, it floated out from under the hide. This was our best view of it and unfortunately we didn’t see it again although we went back to the hide several times during our stay.
Pilanesberg – Hippopotamus
Watching & Waiting
Blue, blue, the sky is blue
Mirrored in the surface of the water too
As they bend their heads to drink
I wonder what the creatures think
The wind sifts the sand in a giant sieve
Leaving patterns in the rock face where the insects live
The beetle rolls his dung ball with his eggs inside
While we sit as quiet as mice in the man-made hide
Image: http://kids.nationalgeographic.com/kids/animals/creaturefeature/dung-beetle/
Images (except for the dung beetle) and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 02 February 2013 23:21
Beauty
Pilanesberg Nature Reserve
Pilanesberg Nature Reserve
Pilanesberg Nature Reserve
Pilanesberg Nature Reserve
Pilanesberg Nature Reserve
Images’ Copyright: Denise G Allen, 02 February 2013 11.19
Vagabond
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Golden vagabond
in a fishpond
aerodynamic shape
sleek and smooth
makes his escape
through dilute air
in a watery matrix
by means of
execu-tricks
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©DGA 11 February 2012 13:45
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