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Just Me and the Universe – #poetry of #escape

06 Tuesday Oct 2020

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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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Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay

Before It’s Too Late – #poetry of #life

07 Tuesday Jan 2020

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Head keeps pounding
There’s no end in sight
Take something to sleep
Say goodbye to the light

Forgot about tomorrow
Dreams take me elsewhere
To a place in the clouds
Where there’s nary a care

Float about, with no worries
Let the real life fade dim
Become one with the moon
I can always trust him

When reality sucks me
Deep into its plight
I imagine the chance
To sneak away, take flight

Escape what can happen
Never stay here and wait
Live my life to the fullest
Before it’s too late

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Эльвина Якубова from Pixabay

Beneath the Sky ~ #poetry of the #seasons

20 Friday Dec 2019

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This incredible picture was taken from a rooftop, in Westchester, NY, by my dear friend, Ed “Brother Bud” Bates. Used with permission.

Beyond these forest lands, there lays
A frozen village, touched by rays
Encased in ice, nothing can be seen
It’s most ethereal, out of a dream

Skies of blue, touched by clouds
Overcast heavens, that shout aloud
The wild life’s echoed sound of joy
As warmth from the sun, completes its ploy

To melt away, these frozen limbs
Embrace the spirits, deep within
Then listens, as the forest fills with voices
The woodland, ever jubilant, rejoices

Knowing, this is only temporary
For Mother Nature, is quite contrary
And in a flash, she changes speeds
The whispering winds, planting seeds

While we await, the first of spring
To celebrant, every living thing
That comes back to life, as we espy
Preserved, a wilderness, beneath the sky

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

Afar – #writephoto – #clouds

04 Wednesday Dec 2019

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Adrift, like the lone cloud, in the distance, I think how wonderful it could be if I, too, could do just that. Rise above the mountain tops, kissed by the sun, letting it shine on me. Or perhaps, sail off into the wilderness of the skies, to find peaceful surrender, afar, in the light of day. Then sigh, as I marvel at the lush green grass, knowing, winter is not far behind.

I shall take in all the splendid colors of autumn, tinting the land with a copper sheen, praying she would stay much longer, to adorn these old eyes. Once last glimpse, o’er the top of mighty hills, down to the valleys below, quietly lingering, until I am not one, but a blend of all, in the clouds. Serenity settles within, and I am as calm as a windless day. Tranquility conquers! No longer do I dread the silence, for it comforts my soul, drowning the din in my mind.

And once again, I am free. A single entity, flying onward, a vaporous wisp in the blue, a fleeting moment, empyrean, above the land.

 

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Afar
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