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09 Sunday May 2021
Posted in Holiday, My Thoughts
A Squirrel’s Tale – #poetry #NaPoWriMo
30 Friday Apr 2021
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Can you believe it’s the last day of #NaPoWriMo?? National Poetry Month doesn’t last long enough! Thanks for visiting and reading my poem-a-day. It feels really good to be writing again. ❤
How can tomorrow
Already be May?
I’ve not left this branch
Not even to play
Surely, time
Has escaped me
I guess I’ll just stay
Man on the Moon – #poetry #NaPoWriMo #moon
29 Thursday Apr 2021
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Lights that shine
In the night
Illuminate
To his delight
Under An Old Bridge – #poetry #NaPoWriMo
28 Wednesday Apr 2021
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Shout out to Annette Rochelle Aben for planting the seed. Here is the sequel to An Old Bridge.
Darkness now surrounds you
You can feel your body falling
There’s nothing to hang on to
Arms and legs, about, are sprawling
Your eyes cannot adjust, no light
You’re blinded, tumbling fast
Praying this is just a dream
And you’ll wake up, at last
You yell for help, hoping
Someone can hear your call
But all you hear are echoes
Of your voice, against the wall
It seems your fear was justified
Never should have taken the leap
The weight of all your troubles
Sent you to your eternal sleep
For when you fall into the abyss
You’ll, forever, slumber deep…
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Peter H from Pixabay
An Old Bridge – #poetry #NaPoWriMo
27 Tuesday Apr 2021
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A ramshackle old bridge
Stands here, in disrepair
Do you dare to cross it?
Will you make it over there?
To the other side
That you can barely see
Into the forest clearing, where
Sunbeams kiss the trees
To your soul it’s calling
Do you take the first step?
Fear builds deep inside you
Trepidation intercepts
You move in closer, slowly
Then back away, afraid to cross
Pick up a nearby stone
Into the river, you do toss
But no sound comes from it
Just a thud, onto dry land
Tis then you suddenly realize
You’ve had the upper hand
Stepping upon the boards, you sigh
“How could I be frightened of THIS?”
Then one breaks beneath you
And you fall… into the abyss…
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Peter H from Pixabay
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