15 Friday Nov 2019
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Fire in the night
A clouded haze
A dragon spark
The sky ablaze
The land aglow
From his violent breath
Down below
They meet their death
Villagers cry
No hope for they
A dragon’s flame
They cannot slay
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15 Friday Nov 2019
Posted in Poetry
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14 Thursday Nov 2019
Posted in Book Reviews, Poetic Prose, Poetry, short story
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A lovely review on my book “Short & not always Sweet”, from Robbie Cheadle! Thank you so very much! ❤
Dorinda is a poetess, one who thrives in the darkness, and seeks out the shadows in the light. She writes, because it is her escape from reality, a chance to release the passion she holds in her being.
Dorinda is a member of the Poetry Society of America and the Academy of American Poets. She was also involved in “Poets for Peace”, a collaboration of poems from poets around the world. This collaboration is now archived in the ‘Stanford University Archive’ of the ‘100,000 Poets for Change’ collection!
A wife and mother of two, Dorinda makes her home in northern New Jersey, surrounded by wildlife, and nature’s beauty, all inspiration for her poetry.
You can find some of Dorinda’s lovely poetry here: https://dorindaduclos.com/
Imagine yourself being lost in a faraway land, or sailing on a pirate ship. Perhaps you’ll find yourself in a predicament…
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14 Thursday Nov 2019
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Autumnal colors,
Russet and red,
Draped in a cape,
That covers her head.
She tucks inside,
The golden locks of hair,
Her mama told her,
To never bare.
A mist forms around her, ever so,
There, in the forest, unafraid, though.
They envelop her,
In a magical dance,
She smiles, happily,
This is not happenstance.
Knowing it is they,
Who come to call,
Every November,
Near the end of fall.
And this child awaits, ever patiently, their arrival,
For she counts on them, for her very survival…
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13 Wednesday Nov 2019
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#myphotography, autumn, dorindaduclos.com, lake, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, reflections, Silas Condict Park, Wordless Wednesday
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