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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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Life-force – #poetry

14 Tuesday Jan 2020

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry

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#poetry, bond, daughter, dorindaduclos.com, life, life force, love, mother, Night Owl Poetry, poems, teacher, Wisdom, writing


She scolds me when I’m stupid
Though she’ll never use the word
It’s simply by, the look in her eye
That proves no words need be heard

I acknowledge with an uneasy sigh
But, somehow, it never soaks in
She looks at me and wonders why
I’d rather sink, than swim.

Things ingrained into me
From so very long ago
Are sorely hard to leave behind
For my own good, I need to, though

So I never let another
Drain my life, oh, how I’ve tried
As hard as I try to fight it
A part of me has died

To leave it in the past, tis true
I must heed what I am told
By one much younger than me
Who, with a simple hug, enfolds

Bringing comfort to my weary heart
Breathing life into my soul
My daughter shares her life-force
The thing from me, another stole…

 

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Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay

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Forsaken – #poetry

22 Tuesday Oct 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, daughter, death, depression, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, only child, poems, sadness, suicide, writing


Sun sets and moon glows, over water
Sitting on the dock, alone, a daughter

Forgotten child, hides from the light
Pondering, what to do, this night

Ocean calms, a heart beats fast
She makes a decision, final, the last

He left her standing at the altar
Tears flowing, like a sea of salt
Her body sank, her legs did falter
Knowing, in her heart, it was her fault

Moon sets and sun glows bright
Morning, does quietly awaken
Left, an umbrella, no one in sight
For her, love is now, eternally forsaken…

 

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Photo: Pixabay

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#writephoto – The Sign – #shortstory

16 Saturday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, WritePhoto

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#shortstory, child, clouds, daughter, dorindaduclos.com, moon, mother, Night Owl Poetry, photo prompt, sign, Sue Vincent's Write Photo, witch hat, witchcraft, WritePhoto, writing


“What did you do!!?”

“I, I did what you told me to do! Why are you so angry?” asked the little one.

“You did not do what I told you to do.” said Mama. “I give up, young lady. I don’t know why you can’t follow simple directions!”

Bewildered by her mother’s outburst, the little one sat, wistfully staring out the window. The moon was full tonight, her favorite time to watch it. “I don’t understand, Moon. She is so angry with me.” Of course, the moon didn’t answer. She just kept hanging around in a clouded sky. The little one just sighed. She had been doing that a lot lately. Mama expected so much from her, and she was only seven. Why wasn’t she allowed to be a child?

Born into witchcraft, Hailey was expected to be trained in the ways of the witches. But she had no desire to do so, and it showed. She kept messing up spells, and not listening when Mama told her what to do. She thought by now Mama would understand and stop pressing her. But it got worse. This time she had really done it.

“I don’t get it, any of it, “ she continued talking to the moon. “I don’t want to be a witch. I want to be a normal child. Do you think that will ever be? Oh, Moon, why won’t you talk to me?”

Hailey heard Mama coming back to the room, and she came to sit next to her. Hailey’s head was hanging down, and Mama gently lifted it with her hand. She saw the anguish in Hailey’s face, and realized, that perhaps, this life wasn’t going to work for her. She had dreamt of the day she would have a daughter, one to carry on after she had passed. But her daughter wasn’t like the others. She had a special quality about her, a glow none of the other children had. She folded her daughter into her arms, giving her a big hug.

“I’m sorry Mama…” Hailey began.

“Hush, child. It’s okay. I realize now, you aren’t meant to be a witch.”

“No, Mama, I don’t think I am. But I have a question. Why did you get so mad? I did what you told me to do.”

“Hailey, when I said take your hat and look for a sign, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!”

They both laughed, and the warmth of mother and child shined, a radiance like no other had ever seen.

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent – Sign

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For Alyssa ~ #poetry of #faith

20 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry

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#poetry, Alyssa, daughter, dorindaduclos.com, God, Heaven, life, light, love, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, sorrow, tears, writing


Dry your tears, baby girl, and reach up to the sky

God will be your guiding light, set your spirits high

Speak to Him today, let Him take away your sorrows

Then speak to Him again, and all of your tomorrows

Do not worry, baby girl, everything’s been planned

Let the sadness disappear, into God’s almighty hands

Smile, my baby girl, let no more tears be shed

Just look up to Heaven, let His light shine through, instead

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

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Frightened – A Conversation ~ #NaPoWriMo #poetry

28 Saturday Apr 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry

≈ 11 Comments

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#NaPoWriMo, conversation, daughter, dorindaduclos.com, frightened, mother, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, scary, Sounds, wind, writing


What could that sound possibly be?
Perhaps it’s a branch from the old oak tree

I don’t know, mommy, it sounds very scary
Don’t worry, honey, maybe it’s a fairy!

No, they don’t make a howling noise
Oh? Maybe it the neighbor’s unruly boys

No, no, it’s not them, they’re fast asleep
Don’t cry, my daughter, no need to weep

I’m frightened by whatever is making that sound
Why, it’s only the wind, its voice, quite profound

 

 

 

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