22 Monday May 2017
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And so fades the night, the dimming skies
Renewing my sight, hearing my sighs
For there is nowhere else, I would rather be
Then alone in the dark, tis my own apogee
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22 Monday May 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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Wisps of clouds scatter
As daytime falls to twilight
And peace reigns mighty
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 202/365
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22 Monday May 2017
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#freeverse, #poetry, ancients, answers, dorindaduclos.com, finding, mist, Night Owl Poetry, poems, seeking, spirits, writing
They hover in the mist
Spirits of the ancients
Lingering, searching
For the answers, never
Finding what they seek
Never seeking, what they find
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21 Sunday May 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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Hanging around works
If you are equipped for it
Pray, you will not fall
Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 201/365
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21 Sunday May 2017
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#freeverse, #poetry, belittling, don't look back, dorindaduclos.com, falling, Fiction, Left Behind, Night Owl Poetry, nonsense, poems, Pray, prayer, sadness, understanding, worthless, writing
I am stifled by the stale air
The air you exhale in my presence
Puffs of nonsense that belittle
Sighs of disgust, yours, not mine
I try, but get knocked down
Pick myself up, only to fall again
Not at your feet, but at mine
Kneeling, praying, anything
To better understand the why
Or to not understand at all
I’ve been told so many times
And still, these days pass
And nights become terror
As I find myself lost in a dream
Or perhaps, more of a fog
Unable to see what lies ahead
Grateful to be unable to see
What I left behind
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