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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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And so it goes…. #life #struggles

25 Tuesday Feb 2020

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Thoughts

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#mylife, death, dorindaduclos.com, friends, health issues, illness, joy, life, Night Owl Poetry, sadness, writing

This is a bit long, but I hope you’ll take the time to read until the end.  Thanks!

It’s a funny thing, what we call life.  You never quite know what to expect, even if you think you do.  It’s been awhile since I’ve placed my hands on the keyboard and typed in this little space I once called home.  I’ve been away.  No, not on vacation, although I’m pretty sure I could use one.  It’s because I haven’t had the real desire to sit down and write.  And that scares me.

This past weekend has been one filled with great emotion.  Some happy, some sad, and some worried.

On Saturday, we celebrated our dearest friend, Jim, as the town of Ossining, NY, named a street after him.  It was on the corner of Sherman Place where they unveiled the new sign, honoring a man who had given many years to the fire dept, and later became a crossing guard, knowing each child by name and loving every minute if it.  In the end, he fought a tough battle with pancreatic cancer, until he could fight no more.

James Drohan Jr, proudly unveiling the street sign bearing his father’s name – James Drohan Sr. Place.

James Drohan, Sr.  was my husband’s best friend, having worked with Jim for many years at AIG.  They ate lunch together every day, laughed and cried together, and became almost inseparable.  Jim treated my kids as his own, and always called with silly ways to make me laugh.  I miss him terribly, but I was honored by his friendship and by attending his street naming.  ❤

On Sunday, we said goodbye to another dear friend, Frank.  He was a bright star in our world, and especially our church.  He was nicknamed “the voice of Sunday morning” because he would read passages from the bible during Pastor Charlie’s sermons.  Frank was diagnosed last year, with pancreatic cancer.  I can’t tell you how hard it is to type those two words.  We have now lost two men very dear to us, to this dreaded disease, of which there is still no cure.

Alyssa and Frank at Yankee Stadium. They also made it onto the big screen!

Frank was a huge Yankees fan and when Alyssa was going through a rough time with her health, he asked me if I thought it would be okay to ask her to go to a game with him.  Of course, I said yes! Not only did he take her to the game, but they toured Monument Park, with Alyssa (as she told me) amazed by Frank’s knowledge of the Yankees legends.  On Sunday, March 8, we will honor Frank by wearing our Yankees shirts to his memorial service at Marantha..

And finally, yesterday, Alyssa spent the day in the ER, experiencing more health issues.  It’s been a rough 30 years for my baby girl, but she plows through like a champ!  She’s home now, and back to her dog walking obligations.  She’s a tough cookie, and I’m so proud of her!

I, too, have had a setback with my health, but I refuse to allow it to tear me down.  Although I haven’t been writing as much as I’d like, I am working on a book, chronicling my health issue over the past year.  It’s a mix of prose and poetry, and I’m hoping it will be complete by the summer, this year.

Thanks for reading this far.  I miss all of you, and hope to get back to blogging, and poetry, very soon.  Until then, be well, dear friends.

Love you all ❤

Dorinda

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I’ve Aged – #poetry

25 Wednesday Sep 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, courage, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, fight, illness, mental health, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing


Lines, once hidden,
Have grown bolder now;
No way to hide them,
Can’t disavow.

Months of worry,
This illness claimed;
To live with this,
A horrid change.

Takes courage to fight,
The strange, unknown;
A weakness,
I must not condone.

Make time to rebuild,
No reason to preclude;
Dreams, tucked away,
Need be, pursued.

Not sure where I’ll land,
Nor at what stage;
But this much I know,
I have surely aged.

 

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Unrecognizable – #poetry of #life

26 Monday Aug 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry

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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, illness, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, sickness, writing

Why is it I don’t recognize, the face reflected back at me?

What is it about her look, I no longer wish to see?

Sunken, hollowed cheeks, color pale, in shades of white

Turn away, bow my head, I can’t take my ghostly sight

Missing is the sparkle, once, so prominent in these eyes

Replaced by tears of sadness, rushing, falling, from my eyes

No strength to fight the demon, it’s taking all I’ve got

Too weak to go on trying, yet too stubborn, to accept this lot

Determined for a comeback, keep my focus on the prize

Restore myself, back to life, there is no compromise.

 

Authors note:  I am still unwell, trying to find the end of this madness.  Four weeks and counting.  I know what it isn’t, but not what it is.  I see a specialist on Wednesday.  I pray I finally find out what demon decided my body was its new home so I can evict it immediately!  I miss you all and hope you are well.  ❤

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You Really Don’t Know ~ Thoughts on an Unseen Illness ~ #Etheree #PoetryChallenge

19 Tuesday Feb 2019

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

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#poetry, #reverseetheree, #tankatuesday, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, cruel, dorindaduclos.com, empathy, Etheree, game, illness, misunderstanding, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, striggle, synonyms only, trouble, weak, writing

This week, Colleen challenges us with the words Game and Trouble. Remember, synonyms only to write your poetry!!

Written as a Reverse Etheree, my synonyms are Weak and Struggle.


Why do people assume they understand?
It is hard for me to comprehend
To struggle, with an unkind life
Yet, it does not make me weak
Nor will I claim defeat
I look solely for
Empathy, warmth
In, sometimes
A cruel
World

 

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Game and Trouble

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A Bit of an Update ~ The Days Ahead

05 Tuesday Sep 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Thoughts

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dorindaduclos.com, essential tremors, frustration, health, illness, Night Owl Poetry, patience, Sjogren's Syndrome, support, Transverse Myelitis, update

Good evening/morning, dear friends,

I’ll try not to ramble, but please forgive me if I do  🙂

Most of you who have been following my blog for some time know how upside down my life has been over the past year and a half.  My daughter had been in and out of the hospital for most of 2016 and a part of the beginning of 2017.  She suffers from Sjogren’s Syndrome, among other things, and she’s only 27.  It breaks my heart to see someone so young struggling to get through a day that others think nothing of.  For those of you who pray, please keep her in your thoughts.  Thank you.  🙂

As for me, well, that’s another can of worms.  I suffer from Transverse Myelitis and was recently diagnosed with “essential tremor“.  To say this freaked me out, is putting it mildly.  There is no cure.  They will get progressively worse.  So, if I miss commenting or liking your post, please don’t hold it against me.  My days are filled with trying to take care of everything else, including beginning to pack as we’ll need to sell our home.  There usually isn’t time to take care of me, but looks like I won’t have much choice.  It’s getting harder to type, so I will eventually need to switch to my Dragon software and go voice to type.  I’m so frustrated over all of it.

I love you all, and always appreciate your support, from the bottom of my heart.  I haven’t forgotten you.  Just be patient with me.  I’ll figure it all out.  I’m not a quitter by any means.  I only know how to fight for what I want and this is a battle I am sure to win!!

~ Dorinda

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