30 Friday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, April 30, Day 30, dorindaduclos.com, hidden, limb, May 1st, Night Owl Poetry, poems, squirrel, tree, writing
Can you believe it’s the last day of #NaPoWriMo?? National Poetry Month doesn’t last long enough! Thanks for visiting and reading my poem-a-day. It feels really good to be writing again. ❤
How can tomorrow
Already be May?
I’ve not left this branch
Not even to play
Surely, time
Has escaped me
I guess I’ll just stay
07 Friday Jun 2019
Posted in 100 word story, June Writing
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#100wordstory, #JuneWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, hidden, marker, Night Owl Poetry, rocks, writing, writing prompt
Could it be that this was where the marker was hidden? There had to be rows of stones, and no possible way for me to find it, before sunset.
I had a task to complete, and complaining wasn’t going to get it done. I started, row by row, hoping a clue would lead me in the right direction. After several hours, I wasn’t any closer to finding it.
But wait! I saw a glint of what I thought might be it! Yes, I found it! My pink highlighter! Buried in the stones. I bet that brat, Reggie, threw it here.
Authors Note: Michelle called me out on my first day’s proclamation of keeping the writing prompts to 100 words. I don’t want her to do that again, so, here we are, back to 100 words. Unless, of course, I have an enormous amount to say. Then, no promises.
June Writing Prompt – Could it be that this was where the marker was hidden? – Day 7/30
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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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asylum, despair, dorindaduclos.com, hidden, madness, maiden, Night Owl Poetry, photo prompt, soul, spirits, Sue Vincent's Write Photo, WritePhoto, writing
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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