10 Tuesday Jul 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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#poetry, #RonovanWrites, breach, days, dorindaduclos.com, nature, Night Owl Poetry, old, patience, poems, poetry challenge, roots, tangle, trees, writing
Old and tangled roots
Taking days to breach the earth
Teach about patience
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #209 Old&Days
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09 Monday Jul 2018
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#poetry, angels, child, death, dorindaduclos.com, eternity, life, love, melody, mother, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, together, violin, writing
She plays the sweetest melody
A violin, tucked under her chin
The sounds that make the angels sing
As on her fiddle, she would begin
A sadness, on her face, appears
Her eyes closed, as she’s recalling
The one who sat upon this chair
A child’s tears, would soon be falling
From this daughter, who loved her deeply
Though, no longer could she hear her play
Except through her very own fingers
Grandma said mommy wanted it this way
And so she plays, for her mother
A woman, she can no longer see
Until her time, on this earth, is done
When they’ll play, together again, for eternity
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09 Monday Jul 2018
Posted in July Writing, short story
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#JulyWriting, cobblestones, crime solving, dark, detective, doors, doorway, dorindaduclos.com, eruptions, gas, jiggled, joggled, Night Owl Poetry, persnickety, plane, powerful, Putting My Feet in the Dirt, tunnel, windows, words, writing, writing prompt, ~M
Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice! If you’ve missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!
I continued my way down the winding streets, trying very hard to keep the sound of my footsteps to bare minimum. It was way too quiet around here. The fact that I had no idea where I was kept playing tricks on me. I could swear the windows and doors were constantly changing. That stopped me dead in my tracks.
That was her plan all along! To keep me guessing so I couldn’t find her! How stupid could I be not to have realized it when I first saw this? (Don’t answer that). Stopping had made the scenery stop also. So, if I moved, it moved. Clever. But not clever enough for me. I began walking again, heading back to the team and hoping I would still find them where I left them. The doors and windows started their spiral along the path. Changing colors and shapes, but never opening. A very interesting point, if I do say so myself.
When I finally reached the team, I found them sitting around, playing with the rest of the matches. Cory was about to strike the last one. I quickly grabbed it from his hand and shoved it in my pocket. What if we needed it to get back through the tunnel?? Why did I bring these three into this? I was so sure they could handle ~M. I was beginning to realize I had, perhaps, made a mistake.
Grabbing them by their collars, I pushed them out onto the sidewalk and whispered to watch the doors and windows. Especially watch for one that never changed. That would be the door to ~M’s other lair. I was sure of it. Finally turning the corner, Mildred, bless her heart, spotted the one we were looking for. We stopped walking, the swirling came to a rest, and we stood in front of the door to only God knows where. Fred opened it and entered. The others followed.
Looking back at the street, I couldn’t help wondering about ~M and her childhood, and what made her this way. I may have to look into that. I entered the doorway, bid the street goodbye with a sullen wave, and closed the door behind me.
Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…
July Writing Prompt – Cobblestone Passages – Day 9/31
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09 Monday Jul 2018
Posted in Haiku, New Book Release
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#mybooks, #newbook, #poetry, Alyssa, book 3, cover art, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, New Book Release, Night Owl Poetry, paperback, poems, Seasons - Spring Haiku, writing
I’m excited to announce that my Haiku series “Seasons” now has its third book entitled “Spring Haiku”. This new Haiku book joins “Autumn Haiku” and “Winter Haiku”, in the four part series about, well, you know, SEASONS!
The Haiku in this book are best described as:
Spring – the season of renewal and rebirth. When the soft pastel colors blend with the vibrancy of the deep rich earth, from which it grows. The season we anxiously await to arrive, allowing us to savor and rejoice in the warm sunlit days, before summer makes her appearance.
I am particularly excited about this book’s cover. My daughter, Alyssa, provided the gorgeous floral photograph that now graces it. I am honored that she gave me permission to use this picture, as it perfected the title of the book.
“Seasons – Spring Haiku, Book Three” contains 50 Haiku in a 5X8 format, paperback only, and is available on Amazon.com. If you would like a signed copy, please follow this link to order! (Signed copies are only through me).
I hope you enjoy this addition to the series, as much as I have enjoyed putting it together for you!
08 Sunday Jul 2018
Posted in July Writing, short story
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#JulyWriting, cobblestones, crime solving, dark, detective, doorway, dorindaduclos.com, eruptions, gas, jiggled, joggled, Night Owl Poetry, persnickety, plane, powerful, Putting My Feet in the Dirt, tunnel, words, writing, writing prompt, ~M
Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice! If you’ve missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!
The tunnel seemed to go on forever. At some point, Cory burned his fingers and dropped the match. We were stranded in this hollow metal casket for what really did seem like an eternity. He finally stopped whining and found the other matches. Thank goodness for small favors. Striking them on the side of the tunnel, because of course, he didn’t take the entire book of matches, he couldn’t get them to light. Fred, took the matches and struck one against the cobblestone walkway. Ah, light, at last, but not at the end of the tunnel.
We gathered our wares and began the trek once again. Cory decided to become persnickety, going on and on about how he could have lit the match, and Fred always getting the credit, blah, blah, blah. I think I would have accomplished more with the Ringling Circus, I know that whip would certainly come in handy. Ooops, sorry, trailing off here. When I finally got Cory to shut up, we could see that we were nearing the end of tunnel.
With a bit of hesitation, we slowly made our way out into what appeared to be a small village. Well, not a village exactly. It was more like rows and rows of just windows and doors! The powerful ~M had no desire to have anyone find her easily. She made things look appealing to the eye, when deep down inside, her nefarious ways held very wicked thoughts, much like the whip I mentioned. Oh, sorry, again.
Trying to get somewhat of a grasp on the whole situation, I told the three stooges to stay behind, and I went ahead to check out the street. I was careful to keep to the side as much as possible, but the windows made it impossible to stay completely out of sight.
I turned to signal to the others to follow, but something struck me rather oddly. Looking around, things had changed. Maybe a figment of my imagination, or not enough coffee in my blood stream? I blinked a couple of times, but it was still happening. I made sure the others stayed where they were. I didn’t need any more of their stupid antics distracting me. I needed time to figure this out by myself.
Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…
July Writing Prompt – Powerful and persnickety – Day 8/31
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