26 Thursday Jan 2017
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#poetry, aging, dorindaduclos.com, earth, life, man, mundane, Night Owl Poetry, old, poems, strange, time, woman
I am old but not so old
I have traveled to everywhere
And nowhere
From the beginning of time
To the ends of the Earth
I’ve encountered strange things
And run from the mundane
There is much before me
But nothing behind me
Though time has passed slowly
I am rapidly wasting away
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25 Wednesday Jan 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, drifts, Erika Kind, haiku, mountains, Night Owl Poetry, poetry, poetry challenge, snow, twilight, Winter
Day turns to twilight
As fallen snow drifts, gleaming
On the mountainside
Should you like to participate in the challenge, simply link back to Morgan’s first post found HERE
Day 86/365
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24 Tuesday Jan 2017
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, earth, flow, haiku, Heaven, mother earth, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, prompt, Ronovan writes, tear
Tears, shed from above
Flow downward, touching each soul
Cleansing Mother Earth
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #133 #Flow&Tear
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24 Tuesday Jan 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, forests, haiku, Night Owl Poetry, poetry, poetry challenge, spirits, The Gathering, Winter
Evergreen forests
Garner whispering spirits
Gathering together
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Day 85/365
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24 Tuesday Jan 2017
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#freeverse, #poetry, angst, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, fear, gray skies, life, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, poems, rain, tears, The Pouring of the Rain
The clouds, though darkening,
Gray, hold back their tears, silently
Moving, across the skies, waiting
For the right moment, the one they
Hope never comes, the one when
The deluge of angst and fear, takes
Over common sense, drowning it
It is then, and only then, they sigh
And release, the pouring of the rain
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