18 Monday Aug 2014
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forgotten love, memories, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, raindrops, teardrops, tears
No rescue from the surge
Of scattered raindrops
Tears from my eyes
Falling endlessly
Boundless
Swirling, whirling
Like an eddy
Restless with your memories
Calling out to me
Clutching my very being
Sucking me down
An abyss of apathy
Leaving me cold
Drowning my existence
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21 Friday Mar 2014
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baking, Childhood, dorindaduclos.com, family, Italian, memories, nana, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry
My mind often wanders back
to the days of my childhood
the enticing smells emanating
from the small apartment kitchen
Fresh baked goods
adorned the dining table
patiently waiting to be completed
as the sauce simmered slowly
in the pot on the stove
Cookies, made to look like bow ties
lay naked, waiting to be dressed
with white sugar, sifted
the powder falling like snow flakes
Meatballs and sausage
crusty Italian bread
all kinds of luscious bites
completed the dinner table
Memories of Nana
her warm smile, her caring hugs
her no nonsense ways
were life’s beginnings
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25 Saturday Jan 2014
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carefree, Children, daddy, days gone by, dorindaduclos.com, family, life, little girl, memories, playground, poems, poetry, swings
Who is she
Hair blowing in the breeze
As she soars
Carefree and peaceful
Unafraid of the day
Higher, daddy, higher
She squeals
As a gentle push
Sends her flying
And the swing sways
With the gentle rhythm
Of the wind
Who is she
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20 Monday Jan 2014
Posted in Love, Memories, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
Tags
alzheimers, man, memories, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, poetry, woman
An old man rocks gently
Lost in his thoughts
In his own little world
An old woman sits next to him
Rocking gently in time
Her hand on his
Lost in her thoughts
In her own little world
They startle
And stare at each other
Wondering who it is
Staring back
They smile
For a mere second the memory is there
And they rock, hand in hand
In their own little world
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13 Monday Jan 2014
Posted in Death, Dreams, My Thoughts, Poetry
She awoke in her room
To no light, only shadows
Playfully dancing across the walls
Would she, by chance
Catch a glimpse of him?
Do not blink
A lost chance
The shadows fade
Among the memories
Of days past
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