10 Tuesday May 2016
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, light, night, Night Owl Poetry, peace, poems, skies, soul, sunset, The Silence of the Night
As the pale light of day
Diminishes in the skies
When ebony clouds come to play
And a peacefulness takes complete control
“The silence of the night awakens my soul”
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
21 Thursday Apr 2016
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, darkness, day 21, dorindaduclos.com, fear, free verse, light, midnight, morning, National Poetry Month, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, soul searching
It’s that time again, that time after midnight,
and before dawn, when the only thing you hear
is the loud silence that surrounds, taking up space
in the darkness of night, casting shadows against
a black wall. You blink and still the dark exists,
blink again, but it doesn’t disappear. Search
for the light that left with the day, as you drift,
in and out of what is real or what you have
imagined. Will you ever find it again? Are you
even looking for it? Do you know what it is or
have you lost your way, between the disquiet,
of midnight and morn…
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
07 Thursday Apr 2016
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#poetry, belief, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, earth, faith, heart, Heaven, innerpeace, light, love, Night Owl Poetry, peace, poems, soul, Surrender My Soul
Brighten the night, with light from above
Awaken the ground, with your undying love
Your spirit ignites the souls in the sky
Dancing about, as they gracefully fly
Images, illuminating the darkness within
Creating their music, with a lyrical spin
Casting their wonder, in a spiritual glow
From Heaven above, to the Earth down below
Singing so sweetly, their songs, so tender
As my heart finds peace, my soul, surrender
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
27 Sunday Mar 2016
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#Easter sunday, #poetry, belief, betrayal, cross, dorindaduclos.com, faith, God, Heaven, Jesus, life, light, love, Mary Magdalen, Mary of Nazareth, Night Owl Poetry, poems, resurrection, savior, soldiers, tomb
The skies grew dark
On this somber day
The sunlight diminished
Into clouds of gray
That let the rains
Pour down around
With a thunderous clap
In a deafening sound
“Father, forgive them,
for they know not what they do”
The time had come
His father awaited
God called him home
As the soldiers berated
The faithful that wept
For this man they betrayed
Sacrificed for their sins
On this mournful Friday
Removed from the cross
Wrapped in a shroud
They took him away
From the lingering crowd
While a mother wept
For the loss of her son
“It is finished, it is done”
They laid him to rest
In a tomb made of stone
Guarded by sentries
He was never alone
Mary Magdalen kept vigil
Those close heard her pray
For her savior’s return
On this Holy Saturday
Yet, day turned to night
And the stone kept its place
As Mary now slept
Stained with tears, on her face
When she finally awakens
She rushes to see
The stone has been moved
The tomb, now empty
The soldiers, bewildered
Still groggy from sleep
Blaming the faithful
For stealing their keep
The crowd no longer fazed
By the threat of the sword
Rejoice in their knowing
Yes! He is the Lord
Mary calls to a man
Who is walking along
Asks if he knows
Where Jesus has gone
She begs him again
She must know His fate
“Where have they taken Him?
Please! Before it’s too late!”
As He turns to face her
She knows, right away
Yes, He is Arisen!
On this Glorious Day
Have a very Blessed Easter! God bless you all ❤
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
27 Sunday Mar 2016
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#Easter sunday, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, God, Heaven, Jesus, light, love, Mary Magdalen, Night Owl Poetry, poems, resurrection, tomb
Yet, day turned to night
And the stone kept its place
As Mary now slept
Stained with tears, on her face
When she finally awakens
She rushes to see
The stone has been moved
The tomb, now empty
The soldiers, bewildered
Still groggy from sleep
Blaming the faithful
For stealing their keep
The crowd no longer fazed
By the threat of the sword
Rejoice in their knowing
Yes! He is the Lord
Mary calls to a man
Who is walking along
Asks if he knows
Where Jesus has gone
She begs him again
She must know His fate
“Where have they taken Him?
Please! Before it’s too late!”
As He turns to face her
She knows, right away
Yes, He is Arisen!
On this Glorious Day
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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