17 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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I hear the howling
A sound, growing
Piercing, window panes
The glass, shivering
And night closing in
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17 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, belt, constellation, dorindaduclos.com, heavens, huntsman, Night Owl Poetry, Orion, plight, poems, Scorpio, scorpion, stars, writing
I am, forever, a stargazer
A watcher of the night
The stars become my lantern
In the darkness, they’re my light
But there is one who shines
In the sky, such sheer delight
A mighty huntsman, sword in hand
Oh, what a glorious sight
Orion, among the heavens
His distinctive glow in the sky
A belt that shimmers brightly
Three kings, all seated high
Let him guide your journey
You can feel his woeful plight
But mind the tail of Scorpio
Lest you, too, feel his bite
Writing Prompt – Orion’s Belt – Day 17/30
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17 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, forest, Friday Fantasy, lobo, marriage, Night Owl Poetry, pack, poems, she-wolf, wife, wolf, writing
She glides along the bridal path
Through the forest, to the altar
Where she meets, her mate to be
Knowing, she cannot falter
A she-wolf dressed in satin
She is everything he needs
As darkness grows around them
They recite the lover’s creed
“Let no human come between us
We are one with the forest hounds
We pledge ourselves, undying love
As we stand on these earthen grounds”
He shines with pride, beside her
No others dare to encroach
Upon a lobo and his chosen one
Both now beyond reproach
As sunlight fades behind them
For her, there’s no turning back
She has given him her life blood
He has given her his pack
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16 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, artifacts, clay, dorindaduclos.com, gardens, insignificant, Night Owl Poetry, passe, poems, vessel, writing
What once held treasure long ago
Stands empty, surrounded by moss
A pot made of clay, filled with dismay
The garden, surely feeling its loss
An insignificant artifact, they claimed
Twas tossed aside, thrown away
Til it returned to its place, adding its grace
No longer a vessel, becoming passé
Writing Prompt – Insignificant Artifacts – Day 16/30
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16 Thursday Nov 2017
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#poetry, autumn, changing seasons, dorindaduclos.com, evergreens, fires, frost, Night Owl Poetry, poetry, snow, trees, Winter, writing
The chill in the air, ever so slight
A hint of winter’s calling
Barren lay the autumn trees
Their leaves no longer falling
The smell of fires burning
Lovers, warm beside the glow
Crystals form on window panes
From the touch of newest snow
Frosted evergreen needles
Red berries shimmering bright
Seasons changing once again
Ever so quickly, overnight
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