11 Sunday Oct 2020
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Silent Sunday
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09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Perched up high, upon a branch
In the forest, dark and scary
The owl waits for his next prey
Though his mistress, quite contrary
She sits inside, in black of night
By the window, where she eyes
Creatures scurrying about the grass
And much to her surprise
One comes closer, just enough
So the door, she opens wide
Watches as it makes its way
Unsuspecting, now inside
The cauldron boils and bubbles
As the witch begins to chortle
“Trick or treat, my tasty one
It’s time for my nightly mortal”
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Photo via Pixabay
09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry
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#poetry, angel, death, dorindaduclos.com, heartbreak, mom, mother, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, sorrow, spirit, writing
For Mom, my guardian angel…
Subtle little clues
You like to leave behind
To let me know you’re with me
Making it easier to find
Boxes filled with memories
Clothes, once hung upon the door
Are now laying in the hallway
Where you’ve put them, on the floor
You really needn’t show me
I can feel your presence near
Reminding me to be careful
Of the many treasures here
I’ve wrapped them up in paper
Placed them gently, as not to break
Packed up everything I could
Oh, how my heart does ache
Yet, in very quiet moments,
When I am in your home,
I can hear you whisper
“You’ll never be alone”
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Image by Karina Cubillo from Pixabay
07 Wednesday Oct 2020
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Halloween, limerick, Night Owl Poetry, poems, skeletons, whimsical, whimsy, writing
It has been a long time since we sat
Way back then, I believe we were phat
Our days were confounded
Skeletons abounded
Now naked, donned only in a hat
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Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay
06 Tuesday Oct 2020
Posted in Poetry
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I’ll float, far away
Into clouds of unknown
Settled sweetly in this basket
I now call my home
Heading for the crescent
Lighting the sky
A place in the heavens
Tis where I shall fly.
My balloon, it mimics
The likes of a fish
One made of jelly
Upon which I wish
To travel to places
I’ve not been before
Clipping the mountain tops
Over the shore.
Skirting the lands
I’ll make my escape
With the wind in my hair
And the night, taking shape
Just me and the universe
Stretching our wings
Flying, free as a bird
With naught anchoring.
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Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay
