20 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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Nothing equals life
Like given the chance to breathe
In nature’s gardens
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #193 Chance&Equal
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20 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #MarchWriting, #poetry, Bewitching, dorindaduclos.com, emerald, eyes, hair, Night Owl Poetry, poems, red, ruby, secretive, writing, writing prompt
She is fire, hair
like ruby gems, orbs
the color of emerald
green, she is a jewel
who sparks a flame
Dare to look into
hypnotic eyes, hidden
behind dark lashes,
concealing her power
keeping her
mysterious
duplicitous
bewitching
March Writing Prompt: Ruby Red – Day 20/31
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19 Monday Mar 2018
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She is the storm, throughout the night
As thunder roars, and skies turn white
Blissfully wreaks havoc, among the calm
Yes, this is her fire, her soothing balm
Scatters herself, with ice, snow and rain
Eyes of fury, a heart, filled with disdain
No chance to stop this deadly spree
She thrives on it, tis her malady
And just when you think she, at last, subsides
She returns, with an anger, more intensified
Author’s note: Dedicated to the last three Nor’easter’s with number four arriving tomorrow!! Someone, please, make them stop!
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19 Monday Mar 2018
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, alive, dark, dorindaduclos.com, moon, moonbeams, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Restless, writing, writing prompt
Daylight finds me restless
I’d rather it be night
When moon shines down upon me
And I bathe within his light
The softness of his moonbeams
Cry out for me, in the dark
It is he, I answer willingly
In my soul, there is a spark
One that makes me fervent
For the wee hours to arrive
Here, I find my solitude
It’s when I come alive
March Writing Prompt: Antsy Pantsy – Day 19/31
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18 Sunday Mar 2018
Posted in My Photography, Poems, Poetry
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#myphotography, #poetry, bench, dorindaduclos.com, Laurelwood Arboretum, nature, Night Owl Poetry, park, Photography, poems, rest, strong, sturdy, trees, writing
Hi there, do you remember me?
I was once that big old tree
The one that grew so very tall
Or was it you were very small?
I love that I still have a purpose
And didn’t wind up in a furnace!
A piece, which makes me feel worthwhile
So you can come and sit and smile
When you rest your weary feet
Upon my very sturdy seat
I sigh, when people look at me, from afar
Do they see me, or not know where they are?
But I would like to see you here
To be my friend, oh, won’t you, dear?
Come on now, please don’t be afraid
I won’t break, it’s not how I’m made
I’m strong, like that other tree
The one that even looks like me
Perhaps one day, he too will find
He has a purpose, just like mine
But til he does, it’s just me, you see
Sitting in the park, with my family
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