Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Potluck – #Poetry – Her Signal by Dorinda Duclos

I’m on hiatus but today I’m over at Sally’s Smorgasbord where she’s sharing another of my poems from my archives. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much, Sally ❤️

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Welcome to the  Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

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This is the final post from the archives of poet Dorinda Duclos… and although there is a month or so to go… this is one of my favourite times of year.. celebrated with Her Signal.

Her Signal by Dorinda Duclos

Days pass, lazily, in the haze of summer

Nights become cooler, anticipation sets in

The subtle autumn air teases, but waits

She knows this is not her time, not quite yet

The cliché, dog days of summer, unfulfilled

Brown grasses and wilted flowers, her signal

To bring her vibrancy to the earth, colors

Which paint the skies, an artist’s…

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#RomanticTuesday ~ Burn – #poetry #love

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Feel my warmth against your skin

A fire simmers from deep within

A heart, surrenders, to a touch

Lips against lips, in a silent hush

Two body’s crash in a single burn

Flesh upon flesh in a single turn

Feelings that can no longer hide

Release this yearning ache inside

Passionate cravings, fuel for the fire

Two become one in heated desire

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Bound in Silence – #poetry – #Shadorma – #JulyWriting

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Many words

Bound, silent pages

Emotions

Rising up

Unable to keep quiet

They speak in volumes

 

July Writing Prompts – Bound in silence – Day 16/31

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Poison Ivy – #poetry #garden

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Fifty plus years went by, without a hitch

Until last week, that son of a bitch gun

Old ivy, the poison of every man’s Eden

Roams, about my garden, with freedom

I must’ve pulled it, along with the dead

So, of course, it reared its ugly head

Made me itchy, scratch, scratch, scratch

Twas kind of dumb, as more did hatch

But, now, I’m on the mend, thank God

Think I’ll stay away, from that patch of sod

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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