25 Tuesday Sep 2018
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Tumultuous, the clouds as they sigh,
Gray, like days, they go drifting by
Black, as a moonless, starless night,
Water from my eyes, blurs my sight
Cascading down, perhaps in vain
Are they my tears or just the rain?
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13 Thursday Apr 2017
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Gazing out my window
The gray skies fit my mood
The air heavy with the threat
Of a storm, but is this fury
Brewing inside me or is it
Just a lingering haze
Not really worth my energy
And I impatiently wait for the
Rain to wash it all away
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24 Tuesday Jan 2017
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The clouds, though darkening,
Gray, hold back their tears, silently
Moving, across the skies, waiting
For the right moment, the one they
Hope never comes, the one when
The deluge of angst and fear, takes
Over common sense, drowning it
It is then, and only then, they sigh
And release, the pouring of the rain
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01 Thursday Dec 2016
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Tumultuous, the clouds as they sigh,
Gray, like days, they go drifting by
Black, as a moonless, starless night,
Water from my eyes, blurs my sight
Cascading down, perhaps in vain
Are they my tears or just the rain?
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay
06 Thursday Oct 2016
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No longer blue, skies turning gray
Colorful atmosphere drifting away
Melancholy thoughts invade, unkind
Ominous, clouds float, past my mind
But what if the blue returned, for a day
Bringing the warmth of the sun
Would we be happier, brighter, this way?
Enlightened by what has been done
No, the sky will go back to its colorless display
And our minds will continue to wander, astray
Chasing the unreachable, wondering why
The colors of autumn must pass, quickly by
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