Innocent Eyes – #Etheree – #poetry – #JuneWriting

11 Tuesday Jun 2019

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Cry

Sweet child

Let them see

Innocent eyes

Not understanding

Let tears flow freely down

I will shelter you from harm

And never let you fall from grace

For their light is much too dark to shine

But, your light shines much too brightly to dim

Author’s Note: Nearly 700,000 children are abused in the U.S annually. An estimated 683,000 children (unique incidents) were victims of abuse and neglect in 2015, the most recent year for which there is national data. About four out of five abusers are the victims’ parents. A parent of the child victim was the perpetrator in 78.1% of substantiated cases of child maltreatment. (Info via National Children’s Alliance). If you know of a child who is being abused, please…say something. Calls can be anonymous!

June Writing Prompt – And to the eyes of an innocent there was nothing odd about him/her – Day 11/30

Final Warning ~ #poetry #dark

22 Saturday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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She froze, like frost on blades of grass, in morning

No need to venture farther, she’d heed this final warning

Footsteps, in the distance, she was not there alone

Was that a floorboard creaking, or a wandering spirit’s moan?

Stretching out, listening, hoping she could hear

Shrinking back against the wall, all she felt was fear

Thumping getting louder, twas the pounding of her heart

Knowing she’d no time to waste, this demon she’d outsmart

Bathed in sweat, shivering, her clothes now soaked, it seemed

Waking up, inside her head, afraid of her own dream

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 104, Happy October – “Poets Choice of Words”

02 Tuesday Oct 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Poems, Poetry

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Colleen has given us free reign over our choice of words. I chose Spector and Possess as mine and only used synonyms to write my Tanka! 🙂

Frightful October

Goblins and ghouls awaken

Bones rattle and shake

Spirits take flight on this night

And I covet the darkness

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

The House On Grayson Place (The Disappearance)

18 Thursday Jan 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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Remember the house on Grayson Place

Not quite sure just where it’s gone

It appears, now, to be an empty space

Perhaps it was never there, all along

A pile of grassy dirt lays claim

To the lot, where it once stood

The neighborhood’s never been the same

Not quite sure it really should

Remind us, of the woman, who

We could hear, from dawn til dusk

Her howling shrill, would pierce right though

Ever long, and rather brusque

We knew better than to get too near

Strange things happened much too fast

How she filled us with this dreadful fear

A woman, who was marked, an outcast

Part One can be found here

50 Word Story ~ Autumn left me – #writing

04 Monday Dec 2017

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The weather was turning. I could feel the winter wind strike a glancing blow across my face. Teary eyed, I watched, accepting the fact autumn would be leaving me. Icier days grew closer, and I drew deeper into myself. I couldn’t bear watching, for fear I’d never see her again.