27 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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Winged ones take flight, covering the sky
Leaving behind, the homes they have built
No need to feel forlorn, for they will return
Rebuilding their nests, with love, to the hilt!
FOWC with Fandango – Forlorn
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Flight
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27 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in free verse, Poetry
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I’ve traveled here,
to sit, ponder
Basking in the glory
of nature
Feeling the warmth
of the sun
Soaking in the sounds
of water falling
(The rush of silence is awakening)
Freeing me, to find
my inner peace
These things,
I have somehow
Taken for granted,
Thinking they,
would always
be here for me
(Bestowed upon us from Heaven above)
And while the leaves
of the trees, provide
with their shade,
I shall always
turn my face
toward the light
(In thankful prayer for His many blessings)
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27 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fire, forest, girl, jar, light, Night Owl Poetry, Rising Sun, surprise, writing, writing prompt
So many times she would walk by that jar
The one they kept hidden, near the trees
And though they told her never to touch it
She did exactly what wasn’t meant to be
Quickly, gathering the jar, in her hands
She ran off, beyond her home and her kin
Sitting down, for just for a mere moment
Mesmerized by the light, emanating within
Curiosity, got the better of her, poor girl
Needing to know, if the fire would grow
Opening the lid, without warning, it flew
Escaping in the forest, as fast as it could go
A look of surprise came across her face
When she realized what she had done
The light of day, suddenly began to glow
From a jar, in the forest, of the rising sun
January Writing Prompt – She did exactly what she was told never to do – Day 27/31
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26 Saturday Jan 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#Fandango, #FOWC, #poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, #WOTD, cardinal, dorindaduclos.com, Frosted, Night Owl Poetry, pair, poems, rime, Winter, word of the day, writing
With our windows, frosted, from winter’s rime
We watched snowflakes waltzing, a dance, sublime
And a bright red cardinal, sat high, in the tree
These two, paired together, in perfect harmony
FOWC with Fandango – Pair
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Frosted
Word of the Day – Waltzing
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26 Saturday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetic Prose, Poetry
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#poeticprose, #poetry, bedroom, door, dorindaduclos.com, dream, footsteps, imagination, Night Owl Poetry, nightmare, party, poems, Poetic Prose, spirits, voices, writing
Water drips in the shower stall, there’s no one in that room, at all; revelry, a party, who’s it for? I can’t take this anymore. What are these sounds, voices that cry, and wake the slumber from my eyes; why do they always come for me, why can’t they leave and let me be! Or in the least, invite me too, but who, indeed, I have no clue.
I’ve heard them so many times before, so I sneak across the hallway floor; but, of course, there’s no one here, another nightmare, this I fear. I try to go back to my room, but stop, to smell the sweet perfume. Who is it, they, who wreck my sleep, and cause these visions, much too deep; I think it’s how they toy with me, I ponder a moment, then disagree.
Deciding, at last, I should ignore; I go back to my bed, but leave open, the door.
Author’s Note: based on a true incident, a somewhat nightly occurrence.
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