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Sunday, August 9, 2015

Beneath The Cold



I can see
Through your disguise
Stony affectation
Of icy regard

Beneath that
Frigid exterior
Lurks a burning
Refrain

Buried deep
Beneath layers
Of molten pain

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
#31daysofcreativity

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Sharp Sting




She plunged
Feet first
In shallow waters
Found the current
Light and swift

She laughed
Delightedly
As she frolicked
In its clear
Silvery haze

Humming
A merry tune
And skipping
Haphazardly
Toes digging
In golden
Fine sand

Aimlessly
Navigating
Its brightly
Shaded maze

On she romped
Boisterously
Blind to the
Murky waters ahead

When a sudden
Pain grabbed her
Legs screaming
In sad regret

She collapsed
Not far from
The tombolo
Her arms held out
In belief

A final
Stinging spasm
To remind her
The lesson
Lest she forget

To keep
Her eyes open
For not only
In these waters
Are sharks King
Many others too,
Though common
And quotidian,
Have a sharp sting

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
#31daysofcreativity

Saturday, August 1, 2015

A Well Without End

"Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow." - Frances Hodgson Burnett 'A Secret Garden'




I stroll
In lush gardens
And hidden paths
Golden beams
Raining down
Sprinkling
Dappled light
Through the seasons
Of change

Plucking weeds
Along the way
Hidden
Between roses
And daffodils
Watered with hate
Rooted in anger
And fear

I cast them
Into the well
Without end
Hoping
Against hope
To never
See them again

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
#31daysofcreativity