08 Saturday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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#poetry, #SeptemberWriting, dance, Dancing, dorindaduclos.com, dust, dust mite, limerick, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing, writing prompt
Oh goodness, what a terrible sight
When they finally turned on the light
There was dust everywhere
But they just did not care
Turned on music and danced with a mite
September Writing Prompt – Dances with dust mites – Day 8/30
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20 Monday Aug 2018
Posted in Poetry, WritePhoto
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#poetry, altar, ancient, circle, dorindaduclos.com, love, melodies, music, Night Owl Poetry, peace, spirits, stones, Sue Vincent, Wisdom, WritePhoto, writing
As I walked through the forest on this somewhat dreary, gray day, I stumbled upon six stones forming a circle. The largest stone looked more like an altar. I imagined many a chanted prayer was spoken here. You could feel the vibrations emanating from them. The surrounding area was very quiet. Not even the wind spoke in this sacred place. I walked around to each stone, hoping to find some clue as to who this circle belonged to. I touched the first stone, and every stone thereafter, until I got to the large one. I pondered, should I touch it? Would I be disturbing its spiritual meaning?
I stood, backing away, more toward the middle of the circle, and closed my eyes. Each stone sang to me, a lyric I had not heard before. Each song different from the other, I found myself lost in the bewitching melodies. Were the stones speaking to me, the ancient spirits who dwell here, letting me know I was welcome?
With an overwhelming joy, I held my hand to my heart, felt the wisdom of each stone, felt the peace of the altar, and the most powerful feeling of all, being accepted into a circle of love I had never known before.
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17 Tuesday Jul 2018
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#poetry, clouds, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, lulaby, moon, music, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, strings, sunset, violin, writing
She serenades the sun to sleep
With a lullaby, from her strings
Her music floats, into the air
Takes flight, on angel’s wings
It floats among the heavens
On the tails, of passing clouds
As sunlight fades into the night
She is blanketed, with a shroud
Of darkness, it settles over her
Yet, she continues to play her song
Knowing soon the moon will rise
Tis who she plays for, all along
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13 Friday Jul 2018
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, life, love, music, Night Owl Poetry, notes, poems, Sue Vincent, trees, trinkets, wishes, wishing tree, words, WritePhoto, writing
There are notes, floating, in the breeze
Clinging, steadfast, to the trees
Music written, for the eyes to hear
Words that sing, to those held dear
I can only imagine, what each note holds
Perhaps a wish, where a secret unfolds
Or a trinket, shared, from a woman’s purse
I’m sure each note, is quite diverse
So I’ll hang a wish, upon this tree
And hope it comes true, for thee and me
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09 Monday Jul 2018
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#poetry, angels, child, death, dorindaduclos.com, eternity, life, love, melody, mother, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sadness, together, violin, writing
She plays the sweetest melody
A violin, tucked under her chin
The sounds that make the angels sing
As on her fiddle, she would begin
A sadness, on her face, appears
Her eyes closed, as she’s recalling
The one who sat upon this chair
A child’s tears, would soon be falling
From this daughter, who loved her deeply
Though, no longer could she hear her play
Except through her very own fingers
Grandma said mommy wanted it this way
And so she plays, for her mother
A woman, she can no longer see
Until her time, on this earth, is done
When they’ll play, together again, for eternity
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