24 Thursday Mar 2016
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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A Whispering Breeze
In the soft Fire Light
Caresses my Skin
In the Cool of the Night
Entrances my Thoughts
As it Flickers the Flame
Beguiling in Beauty
It Calls out my Name
Lures me to Where
The Sparks are ablaze
And Carries my soul
In Mysterious Ways
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22 Tuesday Mar 2016
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#poetry, artistry, blooms, colors, dorindaduclos.com, flowers, haiku, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spring
Nature’s palette blooms
Colors, blended perfectly
With spring’s subtle stroke
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22 Tuesday Mar 2016
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The last of winter
Blown away by the March winds
Gone, not forgotten
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21 Monday Mar 2016
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Mesmerized by full moon light
Once flaxen haired, now turned to white
An empty boat in harbor waits
Is this her ill begotten fate?
Mist below her, hidden river
Limbs of flesh, begin to shiver
Standing, waiting, upon the pier
Still the boat does not draw near
Could this all be just happenstance?
Should she await another chance?
With a treasure map held in her hand
She seeks to find the Promised Land
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20 Sunday Mar 2016
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#poetry, bench, book, comfort, dorindaduclos.com, essence, Night Owl Poetry, old book, poems, story, Untold Story
Come sit with me while I relax for a few
I often come here when there’s nothing to do
The old wooden bench is a comforting place
I can sit here for hours, the sun on my face
But today it is different, I’m not here alone
Something was left on this ancient, worn throne
And I sit down beside it, and have a good look
Feel the essence that emanates off of this book
Is it waiting for me, or is it only for show?
Can I touch the yellowed pages, I really don’t know
If I open this book, will it lose all its glory?
Still I wonder, perhaps, if it’s my untold story
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 