Silence the Light – #dark #poetry

06 Sunday Nov 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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I lurk in the shadows

That block out the sun

Long for the hours

When daylight is done

Dwell in the darkness

Tis where I’m content

Hidden, unnoticed

Is how my life’s spent

I am one with the creatures

Who stir in the night

Awaiting the sunset

To silence the light

Her Bleeding Heart – #poetry

31 Monday Oct 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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Mood, faded blue with endless time
Her heart ripped away, a hideous crime

Emotion, dead, from deep within
No longer feeling, the price of a sin

Gone are the days, she felt him near
Now banished is she, no longer dear

He split her apart, it took its toll
Left an empty heart, and a broken soul

He fled, into the dark of night
Leaving her shrouded, in the misty light

Shaken, she stands, feelings uncaring
Red, is the blood, so overbearing

Torn, in silence, overwrought
Her bleeding heart is life, distraught

Hidden ~ a short story

24 Monday Oct 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Fiction

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In the wee hours, she is awakened by three distinct knocks. Glancing at her husband, she scowls at him. He is blissfully sleeping. Something is wrong. He’s usually the one who hears the noises. But not tonight. Tonight, only she is summoned by the hidden ones, who rustle you from a deep sleep, then disappear. Will they knock again?

Silence returns her to her journey back to dreamland, until, a whisper in the dark reminds her, not tonight. Tonight, she is the one who must answer the call. Disturbing no one, she gets out of bed, dons her robe and disappears into the darkness. Cursing under her breath, she closes the bedroom window, reminding herself to tell her husband to cut the branch that keeps knocking against the pane, when it dances with the wind.