Serenely – #Cinquain – #poetrychallenge

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Colleen’s poetry challenge for this week is Poet’s Choice! We get to pick our own words!  Check out Colleen’s blog to find which forms of poetry are acceptable for this challenge.  Have fun!


A path

Of leaves and stones

Made for quiet moments

Serenely, with the lake’s beauty

Reflects

 

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 152 Poets Choice

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Time Stops – #VJsWeeklyChallenge – #Cinquain – #wait

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I wait

Watching the clock

Anxiety seeps in

Time ticks by me ever slowly

Then stops

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I dread waiting, for doctors, for things to happen, for traffic, for anything.  I have anxiety.  If I’m stuck somewhere, I panic.  Even simple places like waiting on line for an author to sign a book.  This happened to me recently. I should preface this with, I was just getting over being very ill and really wasn’t myself…

My daughter and I went to a book signing at the local book store.  We were excited.  We were going to meet one our favorite actresses and she’d be signing her new book.  The time for her arrival was slated to be 6PM.  We got there about 4:30PM, and were fifth in line!  Around 5PM, they allowed us to journey downstairs, through the winding ropes, and take our places as we awaited her arrival.

My daughter makes friends easily, as she did this day.  I had no idea what they were chatting about because by that time, the walls had started to close in.  I am also claustrophobic, and we were backed up against a wall.  It was 5:40PM.  Only 20 minutes to go.  Come on, Dorinda, you can do this.  I couldn’t.  I told Alyssa I was going upstairs to get some air.  The truth is I was having a panic attack.  I walked outside and really freaked.  Running back in, I asked for the ladies room and quickly locked myself inside.  Alyssa texted me with “What’s wrong?”.  I told her.  She was upstairs and by the bathroom before I could open the door.  We left.  No autograph.  I was heartbroken thinking I ruined her day.  But I have an amazing daughter.  She told me, “It’s okay, Mom.  I really just wanted to spend the time with you.”

Although I still feel horrible about her missing out, she made sure I knew exactly where I stood in her life.  If not for my daughter and husband, I’m not sure where I would be today.  I do know this. I am truly blessed…as long as I don’t have to wait.

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #71: Wait

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On Wolves in winter – #Haiku – #RonovanWrites

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A howl in the night

Chilling, underneath the moon

Sends vapor aflight

 

 

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #278 Vapor & Howl

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Worn Pages – #poetry #secrets

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Worn pages, bring to light

Another secret, to disclose

He taps the keys, oh so right

Out comes his vivid prose

Words, which pour this story

On a screen, aglow in night

Emotions, times of glory

That made things look so bright

Other times, not so well

He chooses to leave them be

Perhaps it’s because he cannot tell

Though the truth will set him free

Hands linger, for just awhile

His thoughts, much cause for rage

Caught was he, in his own guile

No longer able to disengage

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Born of Beauty – #poetry #NovemberWriting

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She breathed in, floral scented air,
Walked in silence, never shared;

Born of beauty, elegance, grace,
Branded by flaws, upon her face.

Chastised, by all the wrong doers,
She, simply, could not maneuver;

Around the evil words they spilled,
Heartache pierced her, left her chilled.

Whispered voices, in the night,
Horrid rumors, became her plight;

Hidden behind doors, she grew old, alone,
Cast away, twas the first pebble, thrown.

Which grew to a boulder, to her dismay,
Beauty, no longer in this place, could stay;

She’d steal away, under the midnight sun,
Be gone, before morning broke, begun.

Never again, allowing them to misconstrue,
She left no trace, of the life she once knew.

 

November Writing Prompts – Born of Beauty

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