29 Friday Mar 2019
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fantasy, fiddle, Friday Fantasy, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, violin
Gossamer strings
By the light of the moon
My violin sings to the sky
Awakening crowds
Of birds in the clouds
Playing ethereally
My fiddle and I
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22 Friday Mar 2019
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, fire, Friday Fantasy, full moon, midnight sun, moon, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing
The midnight sun rises, sheds its light
As I sit here, making music, in the night
He plays a fiddle, made from thine bones
While my guitar strums, though not alone
A ghostly vision, stands near and plays
The fountain bubbles in mysterious ways
I feel the fire and flora, as they swoon
I can’t help notice, what of this moon?
Does it bring to me, a glimpse, too far?
Or a warning, played, through my guitar
So many men, this way have passed
I dare wonder now, am I the last?
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09 Saturday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry, Tanka
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, Athena, ballerina, dance, dancer, dorindaduclos.com, goddess, music, Night Owl Poetry, pandemonium, poems, secluded, writing, writing prompt
She found serenity, when she took the stage
With each graceful move, she would disengage
Lost to the dance, alone, no one else included
Caught up in the music, her world, so secluded
From all that had happened, and all that will
With a simple pirouette, and such elegant skill
She glided across the floor, a Prima Ballerina
Reminded them all, of the goddess, Athena
The eyes of those, who watched, and stared
Knew her beauty, could never be compared
They fell for her, she never paid them any mind
She created pandemonium, of a different kind
March Writing Prompts – Pandemonium of a new kind – Day 9/31
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12 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#DecemberWriting, #poetry, chance, Dancing, dorindaduclos.com, gaze, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, unsure, writing, writing prompt
The air is heavy, as music fills the room
The loud sounds from the DJ, take up space
Holding her gaze briefly, but he dare not assume
He knew she could be, his one saving grace
She blushed, like petals of a rose bouquet
Watching him walk, across the crowded floor
Trying very hard, though, she couldn’t look away
She felt his stare, straight through, to her core
Afraid to do something, if he must confess
He bowed his head, in silent despair
Not sure what to say, so she would say yes
He quietly stood, next to this maiden, fair
Clearing his throat, gathering up his nerve
He simply asked her if she cared to dance
Graciously, accepting, with quite the verve
You never know, unless you take the chance
December Writing Prompt – Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew… – Day 12/31
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10 Monday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#DecemberWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, man, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, reflection, self-respect, weep, woman, writing, writing prompt
The melody kept playing with her mind
Bringing tears to her porcelain face
A memory, of a man, who once was so kind
Now he was, simply, her only disgrace
Warned by so many, to keep up her guard
She ignored them, said they were wrong
Soon to find out, life really was so hard
And he left her, with nothing but a song
Each night, she dressed, in the mirror, wept
Seems for her, it was the same, every day
Tis what happens, when you lack self-respect
And with time, the music faded away
December Writing Prompt – She dressed, then wept as the music faded away – Day 10/31
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