24 Sunday Apr 2022
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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The words don’t come
So easily these days
No matter how I try,
In so many ways
It’s a jumble of letters,
Much like a maze
I bump into walls every turn
24 Saturday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, child, child abuse, Day 24, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, poems, strife, writing
So many times
She masks the tears
Struggles to put
Aside her fears
Another day
A body broken
Nowhere to turn
No words are spoken
Wishes she
Could hide forever
Forget the pain
That leaves her, never
Cries in the night
From a voice unknown
An empty heart
She’s so alone
Is there no one to save
This embattled child
Abused, and wasted
Her body, defiled
To help her find
The one she’s lost
Her self-esteem
That’s long been tossed
Cradle her safely
With loving arms
Never again
Shall she know harm
It only takes one
To give her back herself
No more forgotten doll
Sitting there, on a shelf
She needs to know
There is more to this life
Than endless suffering
And intolerable strife…
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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24 Friday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #NationalPoetryMonth, #poetry, cat, Day 24, dorindaduclos.com, familiar, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, poems, witch, writing
My Familiar sits, so patiently
Atop the balcony, she waits
For she is a wise companion
Yes, her senses are innate
Black and white, against the night
Eyes glowing, emerald green
She knows my every secret
Her intelligence, quite keen
I don’t have to tell her my story
There’s no need, she is my friend
And already knows the outcome
Just as I do, in the end
Trustworthy, faithful, together
We grow old, in the same skin
Nine lives are not just for kitty
When a witch’s tale, we spin
With the light of the moon above us
Illuminating the purple sky
My Familiar and I, in harmony
As we watch the stars go by
And wait for the morning sun to shine
Then, she knows, this is the time
When she’ll disappear, once again
Becoming one with me, sublime
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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24 Sunday Apr 2016
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, broken hearts, Day 24, death, dorindaduclos.com, evil, lake, mist, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, souls, spirits
Behind the mist, the story’s told
Are stranded souls and hearts so cold
Left to wander, o’er this lake
Leaving behind, they can forsake
The bitter truth, of broken dreams
Drowned in waters, still, serene
Covered over, silent graves
Where spirits sunder, never save
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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