Hide and No Seek – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

08 Wednesday May 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.

I’ll count to ten
I know not when
I’ll find the ones now hiding

They’ve run from me
Far from this tree
I hear their giggles subsiding

I wonder if they’ll notice
I haven’t moved an inch
Cause I can see, just where they are
This game is such a cinch!

I think I will stay right here
Use the tree to rest my bones
Dunk my toes into the lake
Across the water, skip some stones

That definitely sounds better to me
Than to run around in the sun
Sorry, gang, you’re on your own
I’ve found my own way of fun

By the Lake – #dark #poetry #Shadorma

17 Wednesday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in dark poetry, Poetry

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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, drowning, ghost, lake, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Shadorma, visitor, writing

Visitor

She waits by the lake

He returns

Unaware

She returns, into the depths

Dragging him along

Still Waiting – #poeticprose – #JanuaryWriting

10 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetic Prose

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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, boat, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, eagle, fish, hawk, hesitatation, lake, lost, Night Owl Poetry, Poetic Prose, survival, writing, writing prompt

The boat was empty, not a soul in sight, he perched high on the branch, as sun set to night; watching and waiting, always calculated his timing, he was ready for his dinner, so he started his priming. When out of nowhere, came the rush of wings; nothing ever good, came out of these things. Sighing, he knew, he had heard it before; the eagle had found, his hidden place, once more. Now honing in on the fish he espied, the hawk simply sat there, watching, wide eyed; he knew better than to challenge this bird, trying to do so would be quite absurd. Instead he lamented, on what he should do next; there was still one more fish, but to get it, complex. So he waited again, til the eagle had gone; hoping this time, he had truly moved on. Again, there it was, that sound ever roaring; he was back for the other, that darn eagle, came soaring! Off went the second fish, into claws, twas transferred; all the hawk could do now, was go hungry, dumb bird…