27 Saturday Jan 2018
Posted in Late Night Musings
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#LateNightMusings, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fire, key, love, Night Owl Poetry, poems, you
There is only one key to my heart
You, who unlocks the fire within me
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27 Saturday Jan 2018
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, aging, death, dimension, dorindaduclos.com, eye, inharmonic, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, serpent, time, writing
We are caught
in the spiral
of a serpent’s eye
A circle of time
where there is
no escape
A dimension
of waves
nauseating
unfulfilling
Staring back at us
its scales tipped
inharmonic tones
Surrounding
dilating pupils
retract and restore
Slowly sinking its venom
into ever waiting veins
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27 Saturday Jan 2018
Posted in January Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, birds, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, esker, Night Owl Poetry, poems, ridge, sunlight, writing, writing prompt
Together, we fly, across the ridge
Still searching for a better place
Over the eskers, nowhere to land
Roadways are gone, without a trace
The water no longer runs its course
Stagnant, the air that surrounds it
Barren and dry, done by nature’s force
Only gravel and dirt, all around it
So we shall sail, swiftly, into the clouds
Hoping the sunlight will guide us along
Over the hills, we’ll travel and soar
Singing sweetly, our own birdsong
Writing Prompt – Over the esker – Day 27/31
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26 Friday Jan 2018
Posted in Late Night Musings
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#LateNightMusings, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, future, key, love, Night Owl Poetry, poems, reality
We hold the key to our future
And let our dreams become reality
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26 Friday Jan 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, aura, beauty, dorindaduclos.com, emerald, fairy, fantasy, fey, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, poems, queen, red head, spirit, throne, writing
Emerald green, a color, so splendid
Red headed beauty, she sits there alone
Surrounded by a lily, reflecting her aura
Day after day, she stays by her throne
The queen of the fey, jewels on her neck
Barely clothed, she is a spirit, so free
Casting her joy, on those who go by
Night after night, this is where she shall be
Should you ever make it past her way
Yet, do not see her by her chair
Smile and bow your head to her
She always knows you are there
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