Consumed ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

08 Saturday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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He stood as still, as the dark night above him
In the distance, he saw her standing there
An apparition, she, who once loved him
Consumed by fear, all he could do was stare

His heart, racing, sweat pouring from his face
Watching her floating, weightlessly, in air
Wondering why she came back to this place
But his eyes, away from her, he couldn’t tear

Not thinking what could happen, he walks
She backs away, slowly, in silent despair
Begging her to speak, but she couldn’t talk
Knowing this now, he begins to declare

His sins, the reasons, she is no longer alive
He seeks forgiveness, from his once maiden fair
But she turns away, for she can never revive
The man who created his own nightmare

December Writing Prompt – Consumed by fear, he stood as still as the dark night above him – Day 8/31

I Remember that Day ~ #freeverse #poetry

07 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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I remember that day

The one where the sky sang

In shades of pink and blue

That day when clouds caressed

The setting sun, bathed

In a blanketed grace

When the world seemed so light

I remember that day

The one where the colors rang

In a glorious, pastel hue

That day when the sky was blessed

With a palette, and it painted

On a blank canvas in space

And the world seemed so right

Frayed and Worn ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

07 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Would you have a moment
To help me with my wares
Won’t you stop, lend a hand
And show me that you care

I cannot seem to get a job
For my dress is frayed and worn
I think I understand just why
You look at me with scorn

You think that I am lazy
You couldn’t be more wrong
I may look like a ragged mess
But my will, is ever strong

It is not my choice to live here
Like this, each and every day
Do you really understand
Why I am this way

I have been forgotten
So I live here on the street
Please won’t you help me
Find some shoes, for my bare feet

Author’s Note: As the winter months approach, please, if you have an extra pair of gloves, or a scarf, and you see someone in need, consider an act of kindness, knowing it may never be repaid.

December Writing Prompt – Two halves of dress, frayed and worn – Day 7/31

Deep Down in the Dungeon ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

06 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Deep down in the dungeon, noises could be heard

That rattled the bones of the dead, as they stirred

Awakened by the party, yet another drunken sot

All gathered together, twas the King, and his lot

Revelry continued, ugh, the sound was too much

They decided it was time, but what to do in a clutch?

It was Christmas, they pondered, was not Halloween

They needed a plan, should they query the Queen?

Of course not, she was one of the revelers, too

Instead, here’s what they decided they should do

Donning a Santa hat, they made their way upstairs

After all, they’re just bones, so nobody should care

They were the life of the party, how could that be?

Since they were dead, causing all that whoopee!

When everyone had gone, the King found his way

He wanted to thank them for saving the day

But nowhere could he find, those strange unknowns

All they left behind, were a few broken bones…

December Writing Prompt – Deep down in the dungeon – Day 6/31

A Warm Blanket ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

05 Wednesday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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A blanket he kept, so soft and warm
Held the faintest hint of her perfume
He refused to toss it, into the wash
The fragrance would no longer loom

Her coffee mug and glasses, sat there
On the patio table, they were waiting
For her to return, to finish her book
The one, she said, was so frustrating

He made sure the candle was burning
Should she return to this place, near dark
So he sat on the porch swing, humming
Like they used to do, in the county park

A heavy sigh, now escaped his lips
As he slowly stood, to go back inside
He couldn’t bear to blow out the candle
So he stood there instead, and just cried

The love of his life was no longer
Her dreams were never quite fulfilled
He gathered her warmth, from the blanket
But he still couldn’t evade death’s chill

December Writing Prompt – A blanket, soft and war, with the faintest hint of her perfume – Day 5/31