15 Thursday Dec 2016
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My footsteps, impressions, a story in rhyme
Water below me, frozen in time
Mirrored reflections, covered in snow
Over the bridge, back home I shall go
Where winter has left its mark on my soul
Dusted, with memories, from my evening stroll
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01 Thursday Dec 2016
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#poetry, clouds, depression, dorindaduclos.com, gray skies, hopelessness, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rain, sadness, tears
Tumultuous, the clouds as they sigh,
Gray, like days, they go drifting by
Black, as a moonless, starless night,
Water from my eyes, blurs my sight
Cascading down, perhaps in vain
Are they my tears or just the rain?
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17 Thursday Nov 2016
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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#poetry, #TBT, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, kiss, night, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, sea, sun, sunset, Throwback Thursday
Fire lights the sky
As sun sets the sea aflame
Kissing it goodnight
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Photo by ©Brian Amento. Used with Permission
14 Monday Nov 2016
Posted in Fiction
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disturbance, dorindaduclos.com, Fiction, hiding, ignore, light, night, Night Owl Poetry, routine, short story, sound, wee hours, writing
He caught me
I was trying to hide it. The wee hours had their hold on me, again. Every night the same routine, except tonight. He caught me. The glare of the back light made it impossible to shield what I was doing. I thought I was rather quiet, but it didn’t matter.
Sound or no, he just waited for me to notice him. I did, but refused to acknowledge his stare. Ignoring something or someone is easy enough, until of course, the daggers being thrown in your direction eventually hit their target. Okay, okay, I get it.
I’m disturbing him. I could shade it with my hands. I could stop altogether but that’s not an option. No, I’ll just keep ignoring, he’ll just keep glaring, and then the battery died. I needed to plug my phone in. He smiled and rolled over. Damn, he wins every time.
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13 Sunday Nov 2016
Posted in Photography
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#Skywatchers, dorindaduclos.com, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, nj, November, Photography, spectacular, Supermoon
Peeking out above the mountain top
Slowly making its ascent
To adorn the heavens with its golden glow
Tonight’s Supermoon over New Jersey. An incredible sight to see!
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