20 Sunday Mar 2016
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Awakened by light
Christened by the warmth of sun
Springtime has blossomed
Photo & poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
19 Saturday Mar 2016
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The soft whisper
Of a silent hello
Filling my ears
Calling out to me
Letting me know
In this place filled
With so much pain
And confusion, that
You are still here
A comfort in my world
Until we meet again
In yours….
Photo & poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
19 Saturday Mar 2016
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#poetry, butterfly, carefree, child, Children, dorindaduclos.com, Innocence, Night Owl Poetry, poems, wind
Innocence dances in morning so bright
Not a care to concern her, she’s one with the light
Donning flowers about her face
A child of beauty and elegant grace
Free as the elements, one with the wind
Swirling about, again and again
Taking it all, she is lost without care
Free as a butterfly, dancing on air
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
18 Friday Mar 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, clouds, coffee cup, daydreams, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, senses, stars, sunlight
Daydreams linger in my cup
As I watch the sunlight fade
Into the clouds of misty air
The moon and stars cascade
Filling up my senses
With the fantasy of night
Spilling my imagination
Stirring at the sight
Held inside, my endless thoughts
Where wonders never cease
Displayed before my very eyes
Evening’s empyrean masterpiece
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
18 Friday Mar 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Over verdant land it flows
Lingering, malefic, is the mist
Nary reaching to her toes
Where upon the bridge she sits
Once a maiden, oh so fair
Now lost, within the stone
No longer golden locks of hair
She is left here, all alone
Dissuading never worked on her
She wouldn’t heed advice
It happened quickly, in a blur
She lost her paradise
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
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