Haunted Soul ~ #NaPoWriMo #poetry

13 Thursday Apr 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry

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Night turns to day
And day into night
Trying hard to hold on
With all of my might

A rope burns my hand
And I’m starting to slip
Sweat from my palms
Makes it harder to grip

The reality of all
I have fought to forget
Though darkness creeps in
There’s no time for regret

Trying hard to hold on
With all of my might
Yet, I’m slipping away
I’m not able to fight

The demons that kept me
And haunted my soul
I’ve lost who I am
Evil’s taken its toll

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Growing Old – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

02 Sunday Apr 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry

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Moon glow lights his aging face

Eyes that sparkle, like the sun

Wise beyond his years, yes he

Must be the chosen one

Perched, upon this mighty branch

His talons, hanging tight

Could this be the evening, when

At last, he says good night

Many a year, he has spent

Wandering, for his evening meal

Searching for the proper prey

Is now his one ordeal

You wonder if there is a way

To keep him, where he stands

Realizing, in his eyes,

That he has other plans

You watch his days grow shorter

Til the day, when he’s set free

His final wish, indeed, came true

He grew old, with this old tree

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In Limbo ~ 50 Word Story

23 Thursday Mar 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in 50 Word Story, creative writing, Fiction

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I died last night. Much like the wilted petals of an old bouquet of roses, I crumbled. My spirit lingered, then disappeared into the mist, and scattered my soul. Floating in limbo, I reached out, seeking those I remembered, and found myself lost, with those I had long since forgotten.

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I am but a Face – #poetry

11 Saturday Mar 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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I am but a face
Haunting, in the hours
When dawn arrives
Christening branches
With golden light
That shines through
My skin, illuminating
The details of a life
Hidden, nestled in
Darkness, breathing
Forests, barren of
Leaves that dangle
Thoughts and dreams
Penetrating souls
Until morning places
Its spirit aside, allowing
Translucent glimmers,
To fade away into
Ebony skies, with me
A specter, awaiting
To frighten the night