Melted ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

17 Friday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in August Writing, Poems, Poetry

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The day had been so very hot
The AC was on the blink
I wanted something icy cold
Maybe just something to drink

I opened up the freezer
Wondering what there was
Inside, just waiting for me
YES! A pint of Haagen Dazs

I grabbed the small container
And a sugar cone, my favorite
Scooped the cold confection
And just as I began to savor it

My telephone started ringing
This really wasn’t the time
I’d let it go, not answer it
But, hey, it’s not my dime

I needed to put my cone down
So, on the table, I placed a plate
But when I came back minutes later
Alas, it surely was too late

A puddle merely sat there
The cone was empty and bare
The heat of the day had done its worst
I simply sat down in my chair

Saddened by what had happened
I took a moment to sit and think
Then lifting the plate up to my lips
I smiled, and took that drink

See, even though it had melted
The ice cream was as smooth as silk
I guess it’s true, about what they say
There’s no use crying over spilled milk

August Writing Prompt – Melted ice cream – Day 17/31

The Moon’s Throne ~ #poetry #nightsky

16 Thursday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Photography, Photography, Poems, Poetry

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Tonight’s quarter moon, through the trees, in my backyard.

Celestial light, so golden, in the night

You shine brilliantly, our summer light

With Jupiter to our left, ashimmer

And Venus to our right, aglimmer

The skies, filled, with worlds, unknown

You guide us to them, from your throne

Author’s Note: Tonight’s sky is quite the story teller! To the left of the moon is Jupiter, to the lower right is the star Spica and lower still is Venus, and above is the star Arcturus! I hope you get a chance to see them all 🙂

All About the Books ~ #poetry

16 Thursday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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They sat me down in this room
Said all I could do was look
Silly people, don’t they know
I’m all about the books

I found one filled with pictures
I’m still learning how to read
I picked one with a dinosaur
I really like this one, indeed!

It has very colorful, bright pages
And with the sunlight as my lamp
I can sit here, for hours and hours
It’s so much better than any camp

There are just so many books
I wonder, which one will be my next
Maybe I’ll try to read it out loud
Better choose one, complete with text

Dense Speculations ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

16 Thursday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in August Writing, Poems, Poetry

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I couldn’t help but wonder
What lies beneath the fog

So tightly packed together
Right through it, I would slog

Making my way across it
Not knowing what’s hidden below

But that would just be stupid
Still, I’d really like to know

Perchance, what’s underneath
Is a secret, and I should wait

Or maybe there is nothing
Perhaps, I shouldn’t speculate

This usually causes trouble
Lord knows, that’s not what I need

But, maybe, just a little peek?
Seems it’s me who’s dense, indeed!

August Writing Prompt – Dense speculations – Day 16/31

Cantankerous Cutie ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

15 Wednesday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in August Writing, Poems, Poetry

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As an ostrich, I roam around this place
Struck behind fences, not enough space
Come on, look at this adorable face!
Actually this is all quite unplanned

I really don’t have much of a choice
It’s not like I have a good singing voice
In fact, there is no reason for me to rejoice!
So you see, sometimes life’s not so grand

I always look like something is wrong
How would you feel, if your neck was this long?
No, I’m not a giraffe, and I have no birdsong
I make noises that sound rather bland

Don’t get too close, I’ll peck at your head
Instill a sense of fear, and some dread
Go look at the others, over there, instead
I’m really more than you can withstand

Just leave me alone, let me wallow away
The hours I spend, upright, every day
I really don’t care, what it is that you say
I’ll just stick my head, here, in the sand

August Writing Prompt – Cantankerous Cuties – Day 15/31