#FridayFantasy ~ She Reminds Me of Me – #poetry #wotd

05 Friday Jul 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poetry

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Those days, well spent, watching the moon

I longed to be up there, to listen, commune

Along with the stars, shining so sweetly

She’s captured my heart, ever so completely

A child of the moonlight, carefree, gliding

While I’m down on Earth, watching, hiding

I don’t want her know, how I envy her place

Happily swinging, oh, the joy on her face!

I’ll wait in the shadows, as she flies in the night

In my eyes, she is starlight, glistening bright

Word of Day Challenge – Capture

Myrtle Beach – #poetry – #JulyWriting

03 Wednesday Jul 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, Poetry

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#JulyWriting, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, Childhood, couds, dorindaduclos.com, morning, Myrtle Beach, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, salty, sea, shore, sunrise, writing, writing prompt

Waves, against the sand, the tide rolls in

As I walk along the beach, this summer day

The pier, in the distance, waits in hazy morn

The softening day, through the clouds, allay

Tones of pink, against gray, night dissipates

Coloring the skies, with my favorite hues

Reeds blow gently, in the hush of the breeze

Shadows creep quietly, then, slip from view

The taste of the sea, the salt in the air

Memories, of my childhood, spent there

To go back, and relive, those days in the sun

Lazily walking, until the daylight is done

July Writing Prompts – Myrtle beach – Day 3/31

Naughty, Naughty ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #DWP

14 Sunday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD

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#DWP, #FOWC, #poetry, #WOTD, adults, child, Childhood, Daily Word Prompt, dorindaduclos.com, Fandango's One Word Challenge, modify, naughty, Night Owl Poetry, poems, recall, word of the day, writing

Can you recall a time, when you were a child?

And all you ever wanted to be was naughty?

Adults tried to get you, to modify your wiles

Lest you’d wind up being snooty, and haughty

Word of the Day – Naughty
FOWC with Fandango – Recall
Daily Word Prompt – Modify

Close at Heart ~ #poetry #childhood

13 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry

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#poetry, art, Childhood, dorindaduclos.com, lace, making memories, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, snow, snowflakes, Winter, writing, young

Frozen flakes of downy white
Dance about, in midair flight
Hide the colors, left from fall
Covering, like a favorite shawl

Pristine, in their journey down
Still as such, they hit the ground
Blending with the grass, once green
Creating an ethereal winter scene

I watch, as children run and play
No school for them, it’s a snow day!
Oh, how I remember, when I was young
I’m catching snowflakes, on my tongue

They land on me, and I’m lost in this space
Catching one in my hand, this delicate lace
And hoping to catch one, for my daughter
Before it melts and turns into water

So she can make her very own memories
She’s smiling and giggling, and in her, is me
Like the beautiful snow, of winter’s art
Some things are meant to be close at heart

Scared for Good ~ #poetry #dark

14 Monday May 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry

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#darkpoetry, #poetry, abuse, car, child, child abuse, Childhood, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, forest, Night Owl Poetry, night terrors, nightmare, poems, terror, woods, writing

In a darkened place, beside a tree
A rusted, old, antiquated jalopy
Sat with no driver, appeared empty
Not really sure how this could be

The headlights were on, beaming
Light through the fog, streaming
In the distance, someone screaming
Please wake me up, I must be dreaming!

This nightmare has gone too far
I can’t get away, from this wicked car
I’m not even sure where we are!
This whole thing is quite bizarre

Wait. What do I mean saying we?
All this time, I thought, it’s only me
I’m not really sure what it is I see
But this forest has become too creepy

Half asleep, I try to make my way back
Through the foggiest mist, in the black
Of night, where the spirits always attack
And I find myself, way off track

Fumbling around, looking for light
Not another soul, within my sight
Thank goodness, that would be a fright
If someone else, came out, in the night

Running blindly, through the wood
Flashbacks of evil, a lost childhood
I’d awaken myself, if I could
Nightmares keep you, scared, for good

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Tag Archives: Childhood

#FridayFantasy ~ She Reminds Me of Me – #poetry #wotd

Myrtle Beach – #poetry – #JulyWriting

Naughty, Naughty ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #DWP

Close at Heart ~ #poetry #childhood

Scared for Good ~ #poetry #dark

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