Into the Light – #poetry


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Antiseptic, the smell of death

Lingering, acrid fumes invade

Thoughts, no longer the calm

Of a life, no longer vibrant

Bells, alarms, invading silence

Nighttime falls, eternal sleep

The room, stifling with stale air

Yet, a subtle breeze blows

As curtains hang, world-weary

Watching a soul fly, into the light….


Author’s note:  This poem came to me while I was in the hospital twice over the weekend.  I hope I don’t return anytime soon…

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay

No End in Sight – #dark #poetry


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I know not where it is, I should turn

As thoughts inside, begin to churn

An acid, meant to truly burn

A helpless moment, of which I yearn


To cast away, the thoughtless words

From a hateful voice, it’s so absurd

To know that I’m not really heard

My patience, buried, now interred


Into hopelessness, I need to fight

To end this horrid, dreadful plight

That I endure, both day and night

For where there seems, no end in sight



©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0

Thank you so very much!


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Hello friends!

A big thank you for all the wonderful messages you’ve left for mom.  She’s resting comfortably in a nursing facility.  I’m very happy with the care she is getting and this eases my mind a bit.  I’ll still be on hiatus but will pop a poem occasionally.  I hope you’re all well and writing or clicking or whatever!!   🙂


Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Potluck – #Poetry – Her Signal by Dorinda Duclos

I’m on hiatus but today I’m over at Sally’s Smorgasbord where she’s sharing another of my poems from my archives. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much, Sally ❤️

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Welcome to the  Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

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This is the final post from the archives of poet Dorinda Duclos… and although there is a month or so to go… this is one of my favourite times of year.. celebrated with Her Signal.

Her Signal by Dorinda Duclos

Days pass, lazily, in the haze of summer

Nights become cooler, anticipation sets in

The subtle autumn air teases, but waits

She knows this is not her time, not quite yet

The cliché, dog days of summer, unfulfilled

Brown grasses and wilted flowers, her signal

To bring her vibrancy to the earth, colors

Which paint the skies, an artist’s…

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