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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Alone by the Window ~ #SeptemberWriting #poetry of #loneliness

29 Friday Sep 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Fiction, Poems, Poetry, September Writing

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It was her daily routine, dawn til dusk

She sat by the window, searching

Hidden behind the slatted blinds

She looked, hoping he would be lurking

Day after day, she sat there

No one came calling for her

Night after night, same as the day

Eventually, it became just a blur

You can see where the blinds remain parted

There, her fingers kept them pushed apart

Though she no longer sits by the window

She remains hidden, alone, with an empty heart

 

Writing Prompt: Between the Lines – Day 29/30

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A Raging Inferno ~ #SeptemberWriting #fiction

28 Thursday Sep 2017

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The fire burned out of control, ignited by a single spark. It was a simple flick of ash that swallowed everything in its path. Flames erupted, hissing and spitting, taking the land with it. As more and more embers sparked, my eyes caught a glimpse of her standing there, cloaked in black. She looked frozen in time, out of place among the raging inferno. I called out to her, but she ignored me. Perhaps she didn’t hear me. I called again. She seemed startled, not knowing someone else had been close by. She kept her head down and her hood over her face so I could not see her. I walked closer to her, but the heat from the flames pushed me back. Yet, she stood there, unaffected by the destruction occurring around her. There was a flash, an explosion, as the fire hit a gas line. I looked again, and couldn’t find her. Suddenly, there was a calm, an almost autumn like breeze brushing by me. The fire tamed, leaving behind a plume of smoke, where once she stood.

 

Writing Prompt: The Embers Erupted – Day 28/30

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Staggering Heights ~ #dark #fiction

30 Sunday Jul 2017

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The caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet. Even toothpicks wouldn’t have held these eyes open. They’d snap from the weight of my lids. Half asleep, I stood there, in a daze, trying to remember what had happened the night before. The elves, hammering away in my head, reassured me they hadn’t forgotten. These blackouts were becoming worrisome, not to mention altogether dangerous.

I glanced around the room, still not quite sure where I was. In the distance, I could make out the Manhattan skyline, lazily communing with the haze of morning. The view was a bit daunting, what with my fear of heights, which was rather quickly enveloping me. I turned around, knowing I probably needed more coffee to steady my nerves, and found I had already drained the pot.

My only recourse was to venture out into the noise of the morning commuters. I threw on some clothes, staggered out the door, stepped onto the elevator and fell 20 floors. Lying at the bottom of the elevator shaft, I had, at last, awakened.

 

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Taken In ~ #100WordStory #writing

27 Thursday Jul 2017

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#creativewriting, #shortstory, 100 word story, death, dorindaduclos.com, life, Night Owl Poetry, spirits, voices, whispers, wind, writing


In the whispers of night, through the howling wind, voices from those passed, invade my world. Chattering amongst themselves, they show no regard for this eavesdropper, who stands smack in the middle of them. Perhaps they do not know I am there. Or perhaps they just don’t care. Listening carefully, I relish their presence. I do not quite understand what they are saying, but I devour every last sound. A gentle tap on my shoulder, a soft whisper in my ear, and I am taken in as one of their own. It was only then I realized, I already was.

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ A Single Sheet – #freeverse

23 Friday Jun 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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#creativewriting, #freeverse, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, life, Night Owl Poetry, paper, passion, pen, poems, soul, stroke, writer, writing


I am but a piece, created from a strip of bark

Crumpled by your hands, smoothed out again

Your thoughts, played over and over

My essence lacks emotion, and yet, I

Am able to feel the passion that flows

From your fingertips, through the pen, to me

A single sheet of paper, waiting, watching

As you bring me to life with every stroke

With every sigh, with every bit of your soul.

 

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