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It’s Halloween – #poetry

31 Monday Oct 2016

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Walls that slant in faded light

Specter’s roam about the night

Shadows stand in open doors

Footsteps creak across the floors

Thinking this is just a dream

Things just aren’t what they seem

Figures lurk about your home

Now you see you’re not alone

Taunting you until you scream

Trick or treat, it’s Halloween


 
Originally shared as a Friday Fantasy in 2015 🙂
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Wordless Wednesday Showcase ~ Nightfall – The Photography of Derrick J. Knight

26 Wednesday Oct 2016

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sunsetSunset 3Derrick J. Knight’s blog, Ramblings, is a plethora of goodies all rolled into one!  Not only are you privy to his beautiful gardens, etc, but we also get to have dinner with Derrick and Jackie! A truly delightful experience!!  Enjoy his showcase and remember to visit his blog to follow 🙂

All photos are ©Derrick J. Knight and are used with permission

When Dreams Fade Away – #poetry #collaboration

25 Tuesday Oct 2016

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black-and-white-1621976_960_720Clouds collect, then go astray

They have no time to stop and play

I close my eyes and wonder why

Breathing out, an endless sigh

Of darkness, overtaking thought

Leaving me somber, silently fraught

As nighttime, void of color, stays

I lose myself, when dreams fade away

 

This is my contribution to Neha’s, of Forgotten Meadows, poetic collaboration “When Dreams Fade Away”

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Hidden ~ a short story

24 Monday Oct 2016

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windows-1209555_960_720In the wee hours, she is awakened by three distinct knocks. Glancing at her husband, she scowls at him.  He is blissfully sleeping. Something is wrong. He’s usually the one who hears the noises. But not tonight. Tonight, only she is summoned by the hidden ones, who rustle you from a deep sleep, then disappear. Will they knock again?

Silence returns her to her journey back to dreamland, until, a whisper in the dark reminds her, not tonight. Tonight, she is the one who must answer the call. Disturbing no one, she gets out of bed, dons her robe and disappears into the darkness. Cursing under her breath, she closes the bedroom window, reminding  herself to tell her husband to cut the branch that keeps knocking against the pane, when it dances with the wind.

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

My Muse

20 Thursday Oct 2016

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This is the hour that suits me most

The time of night when I play host

To a stubborn muse who refuses to sleep

Who keeps me from my slumber deep

“Write the words”, she screams at me

Buzzing about, like an angry bee

No use arguing with this chick

Her mood swings come on pretty quick

I try to snooze, unsuccessfully

She tugs on my hair, quite like a bully

And then she lightens up her tone

She knows I need to be alone

To write the words that swirl in my head

The ones she whispered before SHE went to bed

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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