01 Friday Apr 2022
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Although I have not been posting, I have been writing on and off. So, once again, I embark on a challenge that I began in 2016, promising myself to never miss National Poetry Writing Month. I bring you Day One.
I grasp the air to stop it
Still it fades into darkest night
I reach up into emptiness
But I cannot grab the light
01 Thursday Apr 2021
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A misconception
Often hidden, a lie
Gathers swiftly
Tongues wag
Eager voices trill
Rapid babbles cut
The truth
No longer heeded
Scoffed, by they who
Know nothing, yet
Pretend to know
Deceive the trust
Once given freely
No longer begs the notion
Decline settled in
Aged , unforgiven
Authors note: I am challenging myself to write 30 poems in 30 days. It’s been a while since I put my writing first. This feels wonderful!
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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01 Wednesday Apr 2020
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She forgets the simple tasks
Ones performed most every day
Hiding cautiously, behind a mask
Knows, sometimes, life can be this way
Asks the same questions over
Then remembers, she already did
Confusion covers ground, like clover
As the memories start to skid
What’s today, she wonders aloud
The hours fly by, without worry
Afraid to ask, for she is too proud
Yet this time is becoming more blurry
A simple sigh, is all she can speak
Though her words are clear and concise
Aging, becoming fragile and weak
Growing old, she’s paying the price
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01 Sunday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Mom sent me on an egg hunt
She said look for pretty colors
But all I really wanted was
My favorite breakfast crullers
She shooed me out the door
Told me to have some fun
Bring back lots of goodies
Enough for everyone
When I got back from the meadow
Mom said, Goodness! What a mess!
What happened, what did you do?
To your brand new Easter dress?
I tried explaining carefully, how
My basket became overloaded!
And when I tried to empty it
All the eggs inside exploded!
Mom looked at me rather strangely
Then a smile came to her face
Laughing she said, it looked much better
Then it did, in the dressmaker’s place
April Writing Prompt: The explosive egg hunt – Day 1/30
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01 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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Somewhere near the center
In a town much like your own
Lurking in the shadows, is
The place someone called home
Graffiti paints the outside
Where once the stone stood proud
Covered over by nature’s roar
Standing alone, now, in a crowd
Of wooden barriers hiding
Branches and trees converge
Should you find an entrance
I do hope you’ll soon emerge
For town folk tell the story
Of a spirit, there’s no doubt
Who lures you to explore within
But never lets you out
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