16 Sunday Jun 2019
Posted in June Writing, Poetry, Shadorma
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#JuneWriting, #poetry, chance, Dancing, dorindaduclos.com, escape, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Shadorma, writing, writing prompt
In the street
Dancing with rhythm
Twas her chance
For freedom
Letting each movement carry
Escaping farther
June Writing Prompt – Dancing in the street was her only chance – Day 16/30
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14 Friday Jun 2019
Posted in Daily Word Prompt, Poetry, Senryu
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#DWP, #nofilter, #poetry, Daily Word Prompt, dorindaduclos.com, downtime, Night Owl Poetry, poems, quandary, senryu, Summertime, writing
In a quandary
Is not where I want to be
Alas, I am there
Authors Note: I usually take time off during the summer months, and these particular posts (the 10PM slot), drew the short straw. But they’ll return in September, after Labor Day. Hopefully, I’ll be able to grab a prompt here and there, as I do enjoy the words given and I appreciate the time each blogger puts into choosing the words. 🙂
Daily Word Prompt – Quandary
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14 Friday Jun 2019
Posted in June Writing, Poetry
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#JuneWriting, domestic violence, door, dorindaduclos.com, escape, heart, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing, writing prompt
She didn’t want to do it, but had no other choice
He took away her soul, he’d never claim her voice
So many wasted hours, spent in strife, discord
Too many days of bitterness, falling on her sword
Knew the time had come, to get out, make a new start
And as the final door closed, so did her broken heart
June Writing Prompt – And as the final door closed, so did her heart – Day 14/30
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14 Friday Jun 2019
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, demons, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, evil, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, night terrors, nightmares, poems, shadows, spirits
Whispers, silence in the night
Shadows, figures in the light
Footsteps, echo off the ground
Bodies, scattering around
Screaming, nothing can be heard
Blindness, filters the absurd
Evil, gathering its flock
Spirits, race against the clock
Sunlight, rising in the east
Demons end their deadly feast
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13 Thursday Jun 2019
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, birds, dorindaduclos.com, mate, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, preen, stork, writing
One must look its best
And so it must preen itself
To find the right mate
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Preen
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