17 Thursday Aug 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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#freeverse, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Gathering Thoughts, memories, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, secrets, soul, whisper, wind, writing
She remembered so vividly
The calling of the wind
As it swept through her hair
With the whisper of a howl
Swirling about in rose scented air
Gathering thoughts in the breeze
Sharing secrets with her soul
©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
05 Saturday Aug 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, abuse, dark, dorindaduclos.com, flashbacks, footsteps, fright, hide, Monsters, Night Owl Poetry, nightmares, poems, writing, yesterdays
Flashbacks, and yesterdays, things that should be
forgotten, but are not, unexplained, pushed away
from what you need, only to find another place, to hide
blanking out pictures, sepia nightmares that won’t subside.
Colorless figures you run from, don’t look behind, they’ll find
you, tucked away, in the dark, you breathe, the only sound
and as footsteps echo through the hallway, doors open.
Hold your breath! Eyes shut! Don’t let the monsters in!
© Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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03 Thursday Aug 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, moonlight, night, Night Owl Poetry, planets, poems, shadows, sky, stars, writing
Night had fallen, in a veil of darkness
Mixed with moonlight, shadows called to me
They waited, watched, they edged closer
And fell back again, still, the stars twinkled
As planets smiled, and the ebony sky
Allowed me to dream
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31 Monday Jul 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, autumn, change, cliche, color, dog days, dorindaduclos.com, leaves, nature, Night Owl Poetry, palette, poems, seasons, summer, trees, writing
Days pass, lazily, in the haze of summer
Nights become cooler, anticipation sets in
The subtle autumn air teases, but waits
She knows this is not her time, not quite yet
The cliché, dog days of summer, unfulfilled
Brown grasses and wilted flowers, her signal
To bring her vibrancy to the earth, colors
Which paint the skies, an artist’s palette
The trees, her easel, the leaves, her brush
Always a masterpiece, her yearly creation
©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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25 Tuesday Jul 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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#freeverse, #poetry, Abandoned, betrayed, dorindaduclos.com, human, Night Owl Poetry, poems, smuggling, trafficking, true events, writing
Authors Note: This poem is based on true events in Texas. The horrific way in which humans are being smuggled and trafficked has to stop!!!
They’re thrown, like trash
Into containers, chained
Padlocked, no air, no light
The only sound, echoes
Of tears, falling against
Metal floors, they dare not
Cry out, lest they lose
The only thing left, but life
Betrayed them, left them
Stranded, unable to survive
—> See news report HERE
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