20 Monday Nov 2017
Posted in free verse, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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The last of the leaves fall
Like a swirling tornado, they fly
How I long to be one of them
Poem & Photo ©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
20 Monday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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No matter the angle in which we view
Seems it’s always changing before us
They claim what you see is normalcy
No reason to cause such a fuss
Multicolored phrases
Catch on the tips of tongues
How can we believe the words?
When the truths become undone
Seems simple to tell the story
When the lies come too quickly to mind
Not so, when you try to remember them
Who you are is now clearly defined
How easy it is to burst that bubble
When it’s made only of water and soap
Much easier to tell the truth, my friend
Much harder to shorten the rope
Writing Prompt – Iridescent Truths – Day 20/30
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19 Sunday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Sunlight stains the window
I pour myself some tea
Tears flow from my swollen eyes
What has become of me?
I find myself inside this place
No reason to go outside
Afraid someone will see my pain
And I’ll have to run and hide
Away from the morning monsters
And the afternoon creatures I fear
Nighttime comes calling too quickly
And I find myself rather drear
Behind the glass panes, I surrender
To the despair I keep hidden so well
Although I have tried to escape me
I’m still locked in this living hell
Writing Prompt – Teardrops and teacups – Day 19/30
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19 Sunday Nov 2017
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We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it
That’s what they’d say to me
But now I’m here and it’s not quite clear
Where I’m supposed to be
Is this the stairway to Heaven?
How do I know if I’m on the right path?
I’m stuck in the middle, this must be a riddle
Do the answers lie in the aftermath?
Earth floats freely behind me
What lies ahead, I can’t see
Perhaps I’ll just wait, but what of my fate?
Seems I’m stranded in reality
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18 Saturday Nov 2017
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Life, an aging tree
Adding branches as we grow
Renewing again
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