25 Saturday Jun 2016
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I share my bounty
For life has given me joy
In abundant love
This little guy comes right up to my hubby, not even afraid. They play a game with peanuts. Yes, he’s wildlife but he is also life…I love my chippies 🙂
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25 Saturday Jun 2016
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I have traveled many roads
Crossed many bridges, broken
And burned, by words, by actions,
By me, still, I travel over them
Stumble upon them, slip and
Even fall through the cracks
Yet, with each plank, each step
I learn, there will always be bridges
Waiting, to find, to cross, and to teach
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24 Friday Jun 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Oh my, what a lovely house I see!
Could this mansion be for me?
Lights along the path are laid
Through the leaves of colored jade
Nestled in this olden tree
Oh! Could this really be for me?
Should I knock, to see who’s home?
No, I’ll just flutter round, and roam
About the forest, glitter, bright
With fairy dust, to mark my flight
And cast a spell, so nothing shows
I’ll cover up the mystic glows
To keep it for myself, to be
My hidden place of mystery
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24 Friday Jun 2016
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, part 5, short story, The Visitor, writing
Now approaching his 10th year, he couldn’t stay away, finding himself walking home from school, making sure he crossed her path. He was always an inquisitive child but there was a pull, a sensation his young mind could not explain and dare not ever speak of, for the town would think him mad. Instead, he would brush off her headstone, then be on his way. And she watched, always watched, as he would disappear around the tall oak, and she smiled to herself. Yes, she had him, a promise she kept for herself. One Timothy’s father thought was long forgotten. One Jocelyne would never forget.
As winter waned and the promise of spring approached, the once snow crusted marker was again uncovered, this time by the warmth of the sun. Yet, there was no warmth here. For here, on this land filled with nobody’s, she waited for the right time, that perfect moment, to leave her final mark…
The finale: next Friday…
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
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23 Thursday Jun 2016
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#poetry, colors, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, Night Owl Poetry, poems, soul, sunset, world
Just before she sleeps
She softly colors the world
And awakens souls
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 