29 Friday Apr 2022
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Sunset sail
Golden waters shine
Reflecting
Easy times
The wind blowing through my hair
Lets me know freedom
©2022 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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28 Thursday Apr 2022
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Friends…for those of you who may not know, we lost a very dear friend in our poetry/WordPress community. Those of us who had the privilege of knowing Walt Page, will always remember him as a kind and passionate man. Walt passed away in March of this year. Please keep his wife and sons in your prayers as well as his furry buddies, of which he had many.
A man full of heart
From the land of Tennessee
Words flowed from his pen
Explaining life, to a tee
Love for his wife,
His pups and his home
Around his land, his pride
Each day he would roam
We’d laugh over things
Our talks, I’ll never forget
That I didn’t get to say goodbye
Will always be my regret
I called him Sir Walt
And to him, I, Lady D
A knight in shining armor
To me, he’ll always be
So, thanks for the fun we had
You’re missed, hope you know it
Heaven has a new Angel
He’s “The Tennessee Poet”
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend.
Walt Page – March 2022
27 Wednesday Apr 2022
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetic Prose, Poetry
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She never was the lucky one, most times things went awry; on the 27th day of April, she finally figured out why! All this time she’d been slacking, nary a care to be found; til suddenly it all came together, and life, as she knew it, would abound. Plenty of things she’d be chasing, never able to catch them at all; realizing, finally, today, she’d been merely dropping the ball!
Oblivious, in her new found happiness, continuing down the road of success; no one would doubt her, ever again, even though her life, still a mess. She hid that quite well, you might say, even her closest didn’t understand; that deep in her heart, she was crying, this wasn’t what she had planned.
Wanting to live like the other girls, arm in arm with the men of their dreams; she, never finding just the right one, discovered life, isn’t always as it seems.
©2022 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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26 Tuesday Apr 2022
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Cinquain, Poetry
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Arms crossed
25 Monday Apr 2022
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Once beloved, dying
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 