Nothing to Stop Me – #poetry #life #future

24 Monday Jun 2019

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I sat here awhile,
Trying to find reason,
Why I should remain where I am.
There’s so much out there,
I haven’t touched.
I needed to make a new plan.

Rising from this bench,
Where I have spent
Too many days in the dark
I’ll take a leap of faith,
And head for the stars.
It’s time for me to make my mark.

The universe is calling to me
I need to go,
I just can’t wait.
It’s been too long,
Since I was free.
The galaxy, opened its gates

Onward, I will take my soul
Find the path
Laid out, I can see.
The sky’s the limit,
There’s nothing to stop…

Me… from being me.

The Maze – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

15 Friday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, What Do You See?

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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.

Peering cautiously, into the maze
The wall, ahead, halts my quizzical gaze

A choice to make, which way to follow
Nothing to guide, the path is hollow

Shall I go left, or better to go right?
I must decide, and allay this fright

Of losing myself, inside this place
Yelling for help, would be a disgrace

I must show myself, I am able to cope
Find my way out, never giving up hope

No matter the path, I know I’ll survive
I just need to make out of here, alive

But first, I need to find my center
Before this circuitous maze, I enter

Tis then I can follow, this uncharted course
Head into the unknown, with no remorse

To make it through, no haste, nor hurry
And leave that pesky thing, called worry

At the beginning, where it all began
Without foresight, nor map, nor plan

And while these walls may confound
Finding my way, will be quite profound

#writephoto – A Fragrant Journey – #shortstory

05 Tuesday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, short story, WritePhoto

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Beauty knows no certain path, it winds about and returns. I found myself lost in an almost labyrinth of roses and lavender, in full bloom, permeating my senses. The decadent scent left me feeling heady and light, at the same time. How I wished I could keep these feeling with me all the time.

Journeying, first to the right, then left, and finally ahead of me, if I turned around, I always found myself in the center. Perchance, is this exactly how my life was meant to be, always centered? Yet, the need to explore further beyond the garden, had me off kilter. A very odd feeling, one I didn’t quite understand. Yet.

Deciding to follow the left path beyond the marked ending of it, I walked into the brush of untamed branches, trees, who had been allowed to wander where they may. Yes, I thought, this is me, wandering where I may, with no one stopping me. And then I thought again, that leaves me with no end in sight. Not what I wanted, so I headed back.

Deciding to follow the right path, I found myself in a desolate part of the beautiful gardens. Here, things had been cut back, leaving only space for the few roses, the bushy lavenders to spread out a bit, but not too much as to overwhelm their surroundings. Not where I wanted to be, so back I went.

Deciding on the path in front of me, I found myself in the open air, no trees, no flowers, no nothing. It was just space. Behind me was a lush garden oasis, in front of me, desert like lands, incapable of sustaining any kind of life force. I definitely knew this was not where I wanted to be. So once again, I headed back, and that’s when it hit me.

No matter what path I took, if I turned about and headed back, I always wound up at the center of it all. A big beautiful rose tree was my foundation on this Earth. It allowed me to walk any path I wanted, but always made sure I found my way back. How delightful!

I guess you’re wondering about the path I came in on, the one behind me? I didn’t travel that one again. It would only lead to where I had already been. I knew, for sure, that wasn’t where I wanted to go. Therefore, I took up residence in the middle of the garden paths, sat myself under the rose bush and blue sky, soaked in the rays of sunlight and breathed in the scents of the surrounding beauty. Perhaps, there really is a Heaven on Earth…

The Balloon, the Tree and Me – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

31 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, What Do You See?

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Tethered to a hollow tree, is the only means of escape; above the clouds, above the sea, my visions, to take shape. I’ll prepare some food and pack my gear, I mustn’t take too much; travel light, as I leave here, from home, the things that touch.

Take my time getting ready, I can’t rush to make it through; I must remember, slow and steady, yes, that’s what I must do! Check the windows one more time, make sure the lights are off; got my map, but what a crime, should it happen, I get lost.

Perhaps it’s what I’d like to do, disappear among the clouds; just my balloon, decked out in blue, far away from noise and crowds. A flight of imagination, to breathe in the air, up here, alone; then finally, because I know it’s there, return to my tree home.