A Year Ago – #poetry of the #brokenhearted

10 Thursday Jun 2021

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry

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#poetry, broken hearted, death, depression, dorindaduclos.com, grief, mom, Night Owl Poetry, one year, poems, writing

This is how
The year has been
Cluttered spaces,
Filled with din

Unconnected,
Lines that fly
Out of my head,
Although I try

To make sense
Of what will be
To understand
This broken me

Who misses you
With every day
It’s been a year ago,
Today

How can that be,
It went so fast
Day after day,
The moments pass

I feel I’m sinking,
In quicksand
And you’re not here
To grab my hand

And pull me up,
Breathe in new life
Instead, I’m only
Filled with strife

Beaten down,
Depression rages
Part of death,
of grief,
in stages…

Rest in Peace, Mommy. I miss you so very much… 06/10/2020

Under An Old Bridge – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

28 Wednesday Apr 2021

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, abyss, bridge, Day 28, death, dorindaduclos.com, frightened, Night Owl Poetry, poems, ramshackle, writing

Shout out to Annette Rochelle Aben for planting the seed. Here is the sequel to An Old Bridge.

Darkness now surrounds you
You can feel your body falling

There’s nothing to hang on to
Arms and legs, about, are sprawling

Your eyes cannot adjust, no light
You’re blinded, tumbling fast

Praying this is just a dream
And you’ll wake up, at last

You yell for help, hoping
Someone can hear your call

But all you hear are echoes
Of your voice, against the wall

It seems your fear was justified
Never should have taken the leap

The weight of all your troubles
Sent you to your eternal sleep

For when you fall into the abyss
You’ll, forever, slumber deep…

The Devil’s Apogee – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

26 Monday Apr 2021

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, Day 26, death, devil, dorindaduclos.com, evil, Night Owl Poetry, poems, ship, waves, writing

Tossed about
By the curse of the sea
The crew, in peril,
Could not break free.

The demons held tight,
Never letting go
Poor little ship,
Thrown about, to and fro.

Damaging waves
Thrashed about the bow
Men, hanging on,
But they didn’t know how

To stop the water
From coming aboard
Surely, someone
Had caused this discord

No time to wonder
No time to blame
The rocks, getting closer
Held each of their names

One by one,
They disappeared
Voices, now silenced
It’s what they had feared

They never did find
This vessel, lost at sea
Surely, evil prevailed
Twas the Devil’s apogee

Day is Done – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

10 Saturday Apr 2021

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, Day 10, death, dorindaduclos.com, mortality, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sunset, time, writing

Fire sizzles against waters, vast
A mere reflection of the past

Day goes by, again, returns
Still the fire, there, does burn

***

Sleep now, in the evening glow
This final resting place, you go

So sad we can’t forever stay
Why must it always be this way?

***

When time reminds us, day is done
And with the earth, we become one

Much like the fire that leaves the sky
We will, at last, need say goodbye

Author’s Note: I wrote this poem with a heavy heart. There has been so much sadness this past year or so, and still, it continues. My heart goes out to all who lost loved ones… ❤

Bleeding Thoughts – #dark #poetry – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting

06 Tuesday Apr 2021

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, dark poetry, Poetry

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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, #poetry, Day 6, death, dorindaduclos.com, madness, Night Owl Poetry, poems, suicide, writing

Darkened room, no light to spare
She likes to sit alone and stare
Across the way, without a care

Her thoughts, indeed, do wander

No curtains hang on window panes
So many broken, let in the rain
And wash her reality down the drain

Reminiscing, moments squandered

Her hands, unsteady, though try she might
With cursed pens, no ink, spill white
As words, reflected, become quite trite

Why paper bleeds, she dare not ponder

Bending down to grasp the red
She finds her mind, uneasily shred
Is she now one, among the dead?

A thought, of which she grows fonder

April Writing Prompts – Cursed pens and bleeding paper

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A Year Ago – #poetry of the #brokenhearted

Under An Old Bridge – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

The Devil’s Apogee – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

Day is Done – #poetry #NaPoWriMo

Bleeding Thoughts – #dark #poetry – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting

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