A Brilliant Light Shined – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

04 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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A brilliant explosion, of light ‘cross the lake

Made the waters ripple, the ground, shake

Made colors shine, white, orange and green

An ethereal spark, like you never have seen

But what caused this light, to covet the land?

Surely, this wasn’t done, by one human hand

Perhaps, it is magical, a release, into stars

That cling to the night, in the sky’s reservoir

Then fall to the earth, with a dazzling flame

Such a radiance, only the heavens, could claim

January Writing Prompt – A brilliant light shined from the other side of the lake – Day 4/31

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The Last Bell Chimes ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

28 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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A sinking sun sets the mood, o’er the mountains

The last bell chimes, and silence fills the lands

Peacefulness reigns, with the dimming light

Which cast its shadows, across the sands

A haze falls over the country, like a slumber

Not even the chirp of crickets can be heard

And as night settles in, and day slips away

The colors of the sky, become serenely blurred

December Writing Prompt – The last bell chimed and not even the crickets could be heard – Day 28/31

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The Lights ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

27 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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She snickered as she ran, until she noticed, behind her

The one thing she’d forgotten, was trying to remind her

It sent bands of colors, wrapped them around the air

She tried to keep running, but knew she shouldn’t dare

She turned, and watched it, slowly hit the ground

With a thunderous thud, that echoed, quite profound

The moon had finally landed, left Earth to float alone

The sun had drifted farther, chilled her to the bone

Darkness filled the sky, no more light did moon shed

Now laid still, upon the soil, the golden orb was dead

Stars flickered and cried, with the night…

…to mourn the parting of the light

December Writing Prompt – She snickered as she ran, until she noticed what was behind her – Day 27/31

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Moonbeam Dreams ~ #poetry of the #full #moon

23 Sunday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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Let me arouse your imagination
Fill your dreams with wondrous creation
Quixotic feelings, powerful, unleashed
Secretive cravings, hungry, released

Igniting the passion flowing through
Fascinating thoughts begin to brew
Spirits lifting your very being
Waiting, watching, ever seeing

To guide you through the mystical dark
Lightened with its mysterious spark
Close your eyes now, sleep
Fantasy awakening, slumber deep

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Rippling Hues ~ #poetry #RDP

10 Monday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt

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The sun continued setting, over the vast plains
As its colors, in rippling hues, softened the sky
A lonely tree, barren, from winter’s approach
Stood watching, while a bird perched, on high

And she began to sing to me, as if on cue
A melancholy tune, a sweet song of lament
Almost like she knew what would happen next
The sun would disappear, as day was now spent

Bathed with hues, of such subtle purple haze
I could see the mountains reach up, in the light
I bowed my head, still watching the colors fade
Blessed, once again, to bear witness to the night

Ragtag Daily Prompt – Ripple

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