15 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Haiku, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, chase, clouds, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Day 15, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, lost, Night Owl Poetry, obscured, search, sunlight, writing
Colleen’s challenge this week is synonyms only. The words are Search and Lost. I chose Chase & Hidden.
Crepuscular rays
Though hidden by evening clouds
Chase away darkness
#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 221 #SynonymsOnly
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02 Friday Apr 2021
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, clouds, day 2, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rain, secrets, writing
Could this, perchance, be how it rains?
Not within the clouds, but far above
A whispering sound, harmonic strains
Against the coo of the mourning dove
A river wide, flanked by verdant hills
Trees and fronds lay still in the breeze
In the distant, the calls of the whippoorwills
Telling tales, as assuredly, they tease
For they know the secret, hidden so well
When the banks of the river do sigh
Water pours down from a heavenly cell
Tis how rain really falls from the sky
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Image by Iván Tamás from Pixabay
17 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, hopelessness, loss, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, storm, writing
Once bright, turns to gray
Sun diminishes, fades away
Although I beg, it doesn’t stay
No desire, to keep me warm
Clouds scurry, across the sky
I watch them, as they race by
Darkness falls, tis then I cry
While shadows take their form
Hidden deep, but I can see
The anguish pent, inside of me
I let go, release, alas, misery
Knows nothing of the norm
Though try I might, I find no hope
Why is it that I cannot cope?
I’m holding on, yet, lose my rope
There is no calm before my storm
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06 Tuesday Oct 2020
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, balloon, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, escape, freedom, heavens, moon, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, universe, writing
I’ll float, far away
Into clouds of unknown
Settled sweetly in this basket
I now call my home
Heading for the crescent
Lighting the sky
A place in the heavens
Tis where I shall fly.
My balloon, it mimics
The likes of a fish
One made of jelly
Upon which I wish
To travel to places
I’ve not been before
Clipping the mountain tops
Over the shore.
Skirting the lands
I’ll make my escape
With the wind in my hair
And the night, taking shape
Just me and the universe
Stretching our wings
Flying, free as a bird
With naught anchoring.
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04 Sunday Oct 2020
Posted in My Photography, Silent Sunday
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#myphotography, #silentsunday, autumn, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, October, Photography, sky
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