31 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, camouflage, cloaked, dark side, dorindaduclos.com, hidden, mirage, moon, Night Owl Poetry, photo, poems, writing
I like to hide myself, like the moon, camouflaged
Keeping the dark side, cloaked, from other’s sight
You think you’re seeing all of me, but I’m really a mirage
Disappearing, silently, into the darkness, of the night
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Camouflage
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29 Tuesday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, door, dorindaduclos.com, hidden, magic, Night Owl Poetry, spurned, unrequited love, writing, writing prompt
Where once was a door, is no longer there
Only bricks, and cracks, filled the space
I seem to remember, he, who lived here
Though I cannot, really, remember his face
Walking closer, I had to examine the wall
I really wished I weren’t so nearsighted
I, somehow, knew this wouldn’t be good
Then it hit me, twas a love, unrequited
In the blink of an eye, it had happened
The door that once was, had returned
He pulled me through, no way to go back
Tis what happens, when a lover is spurned
January Writing Prompt – Slipping between the seams, there was no turning back – Day 29/31
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20 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry, short story, WritePhoto
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She blends with glass, stained and downtrodden
Roaming the sacred halls, with those, misbegotten
The face so hopeless, sadly, no smile on her lips
She, a ghostly figure, marked, for eternal unbliss
Brick covered walls, will keep her safely inside
Painted on flowers, create a scene, she confides
In her imagination, lets it take flight, in this place
She wants only to stay, as she longs for embrace
Yet, roaming about, she leaves no trace behind
She keeps to herself, in the hopes, she can find
The one thing she misses, in this ungodly world
But, afraid to find it, keeps her heart, tightly furled
Til, alas, she gives up, and gives in, such a shame
This pretty young maiden, they don’t know her name
For none claim to see her, even though she is there
Seems they only feel coldness, surely, tis Liza’s despair
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13 Sunday Jan 2019
Posted in January Writing, Poetry
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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, answers, broom, carpet, dorindaduclos.com, grief, hidden, Night Owl Poetry, secrets, writing, writing prompt
Best to keep secrets, out of sight, under disguise
Sweep them far away from you, hide those nasty lies
In the belly of the broomstick, just let the dust collect
No one will find the answer, no one will ever suspect
Tidy up your space, so nobody dares to cause you grief
On to other chores, they’ve moved, what a sense of relief!
Until someone comes along, to sweep the dusty rug
And finds what’s hidden there, and all you do is shrug
Knowing that your precious secrets, were never truly kept
Underneath the carpet, where all your dirt was swept
January Writing Prompt – The answer rested quietly inside the belly of the broomstick – Day 13/31
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10 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry, What Do You See?
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#poetry, #whatdoyousee, books, dorindaduclos.com, dragons, fantasy, hidden, imagination, library, magic, mystery, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rhyme, secrets, writing
The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.
Hidden deep, underneath, the crystal chandelier
A place so full of wonder, some say you’ll disappear
Into other’s imaginations, and places of unknown
Perhaps you’ll even find yourself, sat upon a throne
Oh, the many places, a book or two, will take you
Inside, secrets held, which perchance, could wake you
Watch the crystal ball, as it spins its magical spell
What happens next, friends, you simply cannot quell
Mystery and power, oh! And dragons, dance in rhyme
Guaranteed, I have no doubt, you’ll have a marvelous time!
So, step inside my parlor, grab a seat there, on the floor
And I’ll tell you about the library, a place you will adore
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