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Overshadowed – #poetry of the #moon

26 Wednesday May 2021

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Glow bright, as world’s collide

Seek out the shadows of night

Covered in clouds, I cannot see

The dimming of your light

Earth has overshadowed you

Only darkness on your face

Until the sun reclaims the sky

All is not well, in outer space

Moon set slowly, do not leave

Your face, I need to see

For only you can understand

The emptiness, inside of me

 

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Obscure Thoughts ~ #poetry

19 Friday Mar 2021

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Noise

Without a sound
A silent din
Ringing loudly
Drowning me
In obscure thoughts

Mangled

Between reality
And imagination
Torn between
Here and then
With no ground
On which to plant my feet

I float

In an aura
Of uninspiring glow
Quickly fading
Into darkness
Ebony night
Pale against my skin
The moon
New
Sheds no light

Yet

I seek it
Dare to emerge
Eyes open
Only to be blinded
By ignorance, arrogance
And the loss of humanity

 

©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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#FridayFantasy – No Escape ~ Beware the #FullMoon – #poetry #Halloween

16 Friday Oct 2020

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Ghoulish creature in full moon light

Eerily stalking you, in ebony night

No longer hidden, the Hunter’s Moon glows

Lighting the way, with terror, he shows

A hideous face, with a sickle in hand

His quest for you, most carefully planned

Watching and waiting, he stares in the dark

Empty eyes gazing, he’s leaving his mark

Quivering soul, he’s gotten into your head

Wearing you down, no escape from the dead

 

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Just Me and the Universe – #poetry of #escape

06 Tuesday Oct 2020

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I’ll float, far away
Into clouds of unknown
Settled sweetly in this basket
I now call my home
Heading for the crescent
Lighting the sky
A place in the heavens
Tis where I shall fly.

My balloon, it mimics
The likes of a fish
One made of jelly
Upon which I wish
To travel to places
I’ve not been before
Clipping the mountain tops
Over the shore.

Skirting the lands
I’ll make my escape
With the wind in my hair
And the night, taking shape
Just me and the universe
Stretching our wings
Flying, free as a bird
With naught anchoring.

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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