14 Tuesday Jul 2015
Tags
clouds, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, shadows, sunset, The Last of the Light, winds
It is only night
When sunset illumins
The last of the light
Clouds turn to dark
In ebony skies
Casting their shadows
In night’s overt guise
Winds gather softly
Heaving their sighs
Whisked away in a breeze
Back again in reprise
A sweet melody
On the eve, this is night
When sunset illumins
The last of the light
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
13 Monday Jul 2015
Tags
creatures, Dancing with the Midnight Sun, darkness, free verse, full moon, midnight, moon, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, woods
Rising in the darkness
The full moon lurks
Slowly giving light
To the blackened core
Of the deepest woods
Night creatures begin to stir
Awakening, they have slept
Through the brightness
Of the summer’s day
Rustling about in the brush
With the evergreens and fronds
In watering holes and ponds
They dance with the midnight sun
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
12 Sunday Jul 2015
Tags
angels, Dream Angel, dreams, guardian, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, protectors, safety, shelter
Sleep, my dream angel
Sweet guardian of night
Watch over my loved ones
Til morning’s first light
Light their path
With a heavenly spark
Chase away demons
Who lurk in the dark
Guide them safely
Through dreams unseen
Under azure blue skies
Above valleys so green
Keep them close
Tucked under your wing
Shelter their souls
As you let your heart sing
Let them be peaceful
With sunlight’s first glow
As exhaustion sets in
And you sleep til you know
That when you awaken
In the ebony night
You’ll keep watch once again
Til morning’s first light
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11 Saturday Jul 2015
Tags
computers, identity, Just a Number, lost, Night Owl Poetry, numbers, poems, poetry
We are just a number
Dehumanized in every way
Punched into electronic drones
No longer do we have a say
Do you know our first name?
Do you know our face?
Did you know that we are
Members of the human race
No, we are just a number
Crooked lines across the screen
Lost in a computer’s memory
Never really being seen
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
10 Friday Jul 2015
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
Tags
death, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, grim reaper, melody, music, Night Owl Poetry, One Last Song, piano, poems, poetry
One last song, I begged of him
As he looked upon me, face so grim
The time has come, I can no longer play
Blackened notes, on sheets of gray
The lines now blurred upon the page
I take my leave of this earthly stage
Though my hands shall leave these ivory keys
My melody continues, in sweet rhapsody
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
