09 Wednesday Mar 2016
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
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beauty, colors, dahlia, flowers, hibiscus, impatiens, mountain laurel, nature, Night Owl Poetry, spring, Wordless Wednesday
Beautiful photos taken by Alyssa Duclos
08 Tuesday Mar 2016
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#poetry, couples, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, love, lust, Night Owl Poetry, poems, romance, Romantic Tuesday, sex, Tidbit Tuesday
The quiet, shattered
Like a million pieces of glass
Scattered across the naked tile
And yet, we heard nothing;
Shards of noise created no sounds
Above the roar of beating hearts
Yours, mine, ours,
Together, against the sharp edges
We tore each other apart,
Sliced each other, to the very core,
Until only the sound
Of sated breath
Repaired the silence
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
08 Tuesday Mar 2016
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#poetry, bathe, Busy Mind Thinking, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, poems, splendor, sun, sunlight, sunset, twilight, waters
Simmering in the twilight
Her effervescence,
A display of grandeur
Illuminates the waters
As she slowly sinks
Into a bath of golden splendor
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo by Belinda of BusyMindThinking. Used with Permission. Thank you! ❤
07 Monday Mar 2016
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#poetry, calm, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, end of day, free verse, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Tranquility, twilight, waters, whispers
Before the day ends
When still waters reflect a calm
Where a hush can be heard
Tranquility whispers softly
Until the twilight hour begins
And darkness reigns again
Photo and Poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
07 Monday Mar 2016
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#poetry, adulthood, Childhood, comparisons, dorindaduclos.com, escape, insecurity, learning, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, trepedation, work place
She walks along the gravel road
Pens and pencils in her pack
Hoping she can find her way
Trepidation, don’t look back
A wooden desk marks her place
In a classroom down the hall
Step by step she makes her way
To a teacher, standing tall
She smiles and says good morning
As she enters in the room
The smile is not returned to her
She feels impending doom
She sits next to the window
The one without a drape
Wishing she was left outside,
She plots the great escape
Why did she leave the confort
Of her warm and comfy house?
She should have stayed in bed all day
As quiet as a mouse
Yet, here she is, regretting
This place, so full of strife
Locked inside the hallowed halls
She is ‘present’, in the school of life
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
