Miriam’s Book Review – Passages and Paths – A Journey of Life through Poetry by Dorinda Duclos

A lovely 5 Star review of my poetry book “Passages and Paths”. Many thanks to Miriam Hurdle for posting this! ❤️

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In ‘A Journey of Life through Poetry’, Dorinda invites you to join her, as the wonder and awe of the Earth inspires her, bringing her visions to you through her poetry. Experience the setting sun, share in the challenges and victories of life, await the new day, and find yourself lost in the lush forest trees, as you join her on her journey, through Passages and Paths.

My Recommendation

Passages and Paths – A Journey of Life through Poetry is a collection of poetry filled with pleasant rhymes and lyrics. The author describes her love in nature, shares her views of heartache, intimate love relationship, a mother’s love, a child hidden in a box watching the parents argue, and her fantasy of escaping to a better place with no trace.

One of my favorite poems was “Surrender My Soul”:

“Brighten the night, with light from above

Awaken…

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#writephoto – A Fragrant Journey – #shortstory

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Beauty knows no certain path, it winds about and returns. I found myself lost in an almost labyrinth of roses and lavender, in full bloom, permeating my senses. The decadent scent left me feeling heady and light, at the same time. How I wished I could keep these feeling with me all the time.

Journeying, first to the right, then left, and finally ahead of me, if I turned around, I always found myself in the center. Perchance, is this exactly how my life was meant to be, always centered? Yet, the need to explore further beyond the garden, had me off kilter. A very odd feeling, one I didn’t quite understand. Yet.

Deciding to follow the left path beyond the marked ending of it, I walked into the brush of untamed branches, trees, who had been allowed to wander where they may. Yes, I thought, this is me, wandering where I may, with no one stopping me. And then I thought again, that leaves me with no end in sight. Not what I wanted, so I headed back.

Deciding to follow the right path, I found myself in a desolate part of the beautiful gardens. Here, things had been cut back, leaving only space for the few roses, the bushy lavenders to spread out a bit, but not too much as to overwhelm their surroundings. Not where I wanted to be, so back I went.

Deciding on the path in front of me, I found myself in the open air, no trees, no flowers, no nothing. It was just space. Behind me was a lush garden oasis, in front of me, desert like lands, incapable of sustaining any kind of life force. I definitely knew this was not where I wanted to be. So once again, I headed back, and that’s when it hit me.

No matter what path I took, if I turned about and headed back, I always wound up at the center of it all. A big beautiful rose tree was my foundation on this Earth. It allowed me to walk any path I wanted, but always made sure I found my way back. How delightful!

I guess you’re wondering about the path I came in on, the one behind me? I didn’t travel that one again. It would only lead to where I had already been. I knew, for sure,  that wasn’t where I wanted to go. Therefore, I took up residence in the middle of the garden paths, sat myself under the rose bush and blue sky, soaked in the rays of sunlight and breathed in the scents of the surrounding beauty. Perhaps, there really is a Heaven on Earth…

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Blue Jean Baby – #poetry #FebruaryWriting

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Memories, faded, in black and white

A toddler explores, stars, in the light

Against the guardrail, inquisitive wonder

That no adult should ever plunder

Poking and pushing, to find the entrance

Standing on tiptoes, he takes his chances

Behind the tarpaulin, lies adventure

Let him be, don’t let there be censure

His imagination, must fly in the breeze

Past the circus clowns, and forest trees

And as I watch, and hope that I can see

Deep inside, I know, a piece of him, is me

Now dressed in uniform, on his arm is his lady

I am thankful for photos, of my blue jean baby

 

February Writing Prompts – Blue jean babies – Day 5/28

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Hurry Along Now ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

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I truly admire they, whose unique tastes, know no boundaries

Though eclectic styles of many, can sometimes cause a battle

That’s when others second guess us, creating many quandaries

We just smile, show them the door, go on, we say, skedaddle

 

Word of the Day – Admire
FOWC with Fandango – Eclectic
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Skedaddle

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Up a Tree ~ #poetry #SpeculativeWriting

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Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then get to it!

I bet you thought they would frighten me

All those white mice, nestled in an old tree

But let me tell you, how they got up there

This is a scene, most think would be rare

I heard them holler, so I came, like thunder

Buried in the snow, was a house, gone under

I had to figure out a way, to help save the mice

There wasn’t much time, I couldn’t think twice

I picked up the house, and held it in my trunk

Lifted it up to the tree, dropped it down, plunk

Straightened it, carefully, in the bend of a branch

Those little mice, still, on top of their ranch

When all had settled, they thanked me a bunch

For not thinking to make them, my dinner or lunch

Making sure they’d be fine, I turned to head home

Back to the jungle, where I most like to roam

Waving, they said, they hoped we’d be friends

Nodding, I left, but this isn’t quite where it ends

Soon I returned, on the first day of spring

To set the house aground, but this time I brought string

 

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Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala