Wasted Time – #poetry #Tanka #FebruaryWriting

25 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in February Writing, Poems, Poetry, Tanka

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She juggled her life

Made it fit into the day

Until, she ran out

Felled by wasted distractions

She squandered her existence

February Writing Prompts – Juggling Julie – Day 25/28

Why? ~ #poetry of sadness

16 Saturday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry

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In loving memory of Michael Knight…

How can it look the same, this world that seems to drone?

Why does my heart not explain, why is it I feel, so alone?

One minute you’re there, and the next, you are gone

Life is now harder to bear, how will we… I, go on?

They say you’re in a better place, I am filled with unrest

My heart now has an empty space, heavy, inside my chest

We will meet again, my son, when the world has let me go

Until that time, I remain here, saddened, and missing you so

I wrote this after reading of the death of a child. Our dear blog friend, Derrick Knight, lost his eldest son, Michael. It was sudden, unexpected. May Michael rest in peace and may God watch over Derrick, Jackie and the family.

The Most ~ #poetry of #aging

03 Sunday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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The broken pieces of me, do crumble
Still, I’ve lived a life that’s humble
For years, now, I have kept you grounded
How I did this, I’m astounded

Stomped on, in my younger days
Still, a bit gentler, in many ways
Could have stopped this sudden downfall
Too late now, I’m falling apart, and all

Could you, perhaps, put me back together?
I’m sure it’ll make me feel much better
I watch you shake your head at me
There’s nothing you can do? I see

So, that’s it, my time is done
It’s seems old age, at last, has won.
But thanks for all the memories
The flowers, birds & maple trees

I’ll miss them all, we’ve grown so close
But you’re the one, I’ll miss, the most.

A Goodbye Promise ~ #poetry of #aging

02 Saturday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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Won’t you please come closer, let me have a look at you
I promise not to harm you, I just want to know your name
I am, simply, an old tree, stuck in the snow, without a clue
As how to get the cold to leave, each year, it’s still the same

The sky gets rather cloudy, and the sun seems to run away
Is there a way for me to stop this, from happening again?
All at once, the light is gone, and all around me, turns gray
Perhaps you can teach me, how to change the ice to rain

You keep looking at me, with wonderment on your face
I seem to be quite different, than the others trees, I fear
I bet you’re trying to figure out, how I got to this place
I wish I had the answer, but Mother Nature’s left me here

Frozen in this position, I have no choice but to look down
I wonder if, there is a way, for you to help me straighten
Such puzzlement in your eyes, and now you have a frown
My guess is that you can’t, so that leaves me still misshapen

Maybe, perchance, you’ll come back, when the snow is done
Bring with you, a book or two, then we can read together
Spring, is when I’ll find my leaves, to shade you, from the sun
Yes, I can see that you agree, it’s also your kind of weather

Now off you go, dear child, before you turn much colder
And winter, in its harshest way, causes me to grow older

Mind yourself, stay warm, and dry

I’ll see you soon, I promise…

…Goodbye