Friday Fantasy ~ Seeking Darkness – #poetry

23 Friday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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She seeks the darkness, it draws her

In the eyes of the raven, she finds

A look of the one most enchanted

Of he, who plays games with her mind

With wings as black as pitch, she lands

By the old gnarled tree, in the wood

Anxious to questions those who take stand

Do they know whether or not she should

Seek out the mysterious one she feels

Each night, as he calls to her heart

But they refuse to answer her plea

And in the rise of the dawn, they depart

My Guardian Angel ~ #poetry

23 Friday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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birthday, celebration, family, grace, guardian angel, life, love, matriarch, mom, shining light, Wisdom

I wrote this for my Mom, three years ago, for Mother’s Day, and I am sharing it again, because today, we are celebrating her 85th birthday! Happy Birthday, Mom!! Here’s to many more! ❤

Years ago, that October day
I learned about true love
God sent me a guardian angel
My blessing from above

Guiding me along the path
She taught me how to live
With wisdom, grace and dignity
Giving all she had to give

And still this day
She shines her light
On all who gather round
I’m so very proud to call her Mom
My love for her abounds

An Aging Ritual~ #etheree #PoetryChallenge

20 Tuesday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Etheree, Poems, Poetry

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This week, Colleen has given us the words Celebrate and Number as our challenge. Remember, you can only use synonyms to write your poetry!

Written as an Etheree, I chose Estimate and Ritual.

One
Seemly
Estimates
A timely span
On this living Earth
Unknowing where it ends
They often choose to reflect
Growing old, another birthday
With constant reminders from others
Who find the ritual more important