15 Friday Apr 2022
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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Can barely keep my eyes open
But sleep won’t come tonight
No matter how I try, no luck
I can’t shut out the light
15 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Haiku, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, chase, clouds, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Day 15, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, lost, Night Owl Poetry, obscured, search, sunlight, writing
Colleen’s challenge this week is synonyms only. The words are Search and Lost. I chose Chase & Hidden.
Crepuscular rays
Though hidden by evening clouds
Chase away darkness
#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 221 #SynonymsOnly
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15 Wednesday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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I’ve traveled a long road
To reach my favorite place
I stopped to rest a moment
Found myself on Moon’s face
He didn’t seem quite happy
After all, I dimmed his light
I promised him, “Don’t worry!”
“I’ll soon be tucked in, tight!”
But first I have to cross the bridge
And make sure I don’t fall through
Taking baby steps, and carefully
Is what I’ll need to do
I can see my teddy bear
Waiting patiently for me
Atop my pillow, on my bed
Tis where I want to be
So we can snuggle closely
Perhaps, to dream of Mars
Where imagination can run free
Fast asleep, beneath the stars
April Writing Prompt – The bear under the bridge
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15 Friday Apr 2016
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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She covers her face, weeps into her hand
Leaning against barren stretches of sand
And the trees behind her, though silent and still
Offer no shelter from the penetrating chill
She is forlorn and helpless, no hope to be found
Marked by the cross, that lies in the ground
A lover departed, she longs for his touch
And he reaches for her, with the wind’s gentle rush
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