28 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#Fandango, #FOWC, adventure, dorindaduclos.com, life, light, living, new heights, New Year, Night Owl Poetry, writing
Let’s soar to great heights, start an adventure
This life is ours, one that no one can censure
The New Year’s ahead, new paths, new horizons
As the sun sets west, tis our light that’ll be rising
FOWC with Fandango – Adventure
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28 Friday Dec 2018
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#poetry, black, blue, colorful, colors, dorindaduclos.com, green, imagination, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, purple, rainbow, red, white, writing, yellow
If I were a color, could you imagine what I’d be?
The yellow of the sun, or deep blue, like the sea
Orange, like a marigold, or just plain lily white
I have to find the color that fits me, just right
Perhaps I am purple, shades of light and dark
Perhaps I am red, set the sizzle, light the spark
Green, the cool of summer grass, between my toes
So many different choices, tell me, do you know?
Or maybe I am, merely black, like the pitch of night
Tis where I often find myself, always when I write
I think today, I shall be, all the colors I can find
Lost forever, happily, in the rainbow of my mind
Prompt: What color do you feel like today?
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28 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#DecemberWriting, bells, chime, colors, countryside, crickets, dorindaduclos.com, light, mountains, night, Night Owl Poetry, pastel, sunset, writing, writing prompt
A sinking sun sets the mood, o’er the mountains
The last bell chimes, and silence fills the lands
Peacefulness reigns, with the dimming light
Which cast its shadows, across the sands
A haze falls over the country, like a slumber
Not even the chirp of crickets can be heard
And as night settles in, and day slips away
The colors of the sky, become serenely blurred
December Writing Prompt – The last bell chimed and not even the crickets could be heard – Day 28/31
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27 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, corpulent, diet, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, obese, overweight, photo, plump, poems, rump, writing
All these holiday goodies, can make a body plump
A nibble here, a sneak of sweets, finds its way to our rump
We’ve become corpulent, just because we had to try it
Until January second, tis when we all begin that diet!
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Corpulent
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27 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #DecemberWriting, death, dorindaduclos.com, earth, light, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, stars, sun, writing, writing prompt
She snickered as she ran, until she noticed, behind her
The one thing she’d forgotten, was trying to remind her
It sent bands of colors, wrapped them around the air
She tried to keep running, but knew she shouldn’t dare
She turned, and watched it, slowly hit the ground
With a thunderous thud, that echoed, quite profound
The moon had finally landed, left Earth to float alone
The sun had drifted farther, chilled her to the bone
Darkness filled the sky, no more light did moon shed
Now laid still, upon the soil, the golden orb was dead
Stars flickered and cried, with the night…
…to mourn the parting of the light
December Writing Prompt – She snickered as she ran, until she noticed what was behind her – Day 27/31
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