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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

Tag Archives: old age

A Long Time ~ #RomanticTuesday #Poetry

04 Tuesday Oct 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday

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#poetry, #RomanticTuesday, dorindaduclos.com, lost time, love, love rekindled, lovers, memories, Night Owl Poetry, old age, old flame, passion, poems, sparks

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It’s been a long time since,

I can’t remember when

Still, the sound of your voice,

Sends shivers through me

I can see in your eyes,

You know this to be

Though years have passed by,

Over and over, decayed

And we have grown older,

More tired and grayed

We still feel the spark

That once kindled a flame

As we burn with the fire,

And our love, we reclaim

 

 

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Saving Face

02 Saturday May 2015

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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aging, beauty, cosmetic, life, makeup, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, poetry, Saving Face, scars

The mirror lies
Reflections tell tales
Truth
But she won’t accept
The lines of her life

The cosmetic cover up
Hiding the scars
Of years gone by
Brushed on perfection
Cut with a knife

Lines and imperfections
Smoothed over
Chemical peels
Strip her past
Beauty is only skin deep

Adorning the colors
Made up for the day
Ready to take on the world
Wrinkled
The lines are too steep

Hands grip the mirrored frame
She’s afraid to break the hold
Worry and fret
Become her regret
Alas, she is just growing old

 

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As I Grow Old

11 Saturday Apr 2015

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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As I Grow Old, growing old, memories, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, poetry, searching

I stand in Shadows
Against the Light
To Block the Mirror
Of my Mind’s own Sight

I Look for the Answers
And Search for the Truth
Of those days gone by
My long Lost Youth

Perhaps I know
What Forever is Told
Memories still Linger
As I Grow Old

 

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Remembering

20 Monday Jan 2014

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Love, Memories, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry

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alzheimers, man, memories, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, poetry, woman

An old man rocks gently
Lost in his thoughts
In his own little world

An old woman sits next to him
Rocking gently in time
Her hand on his
Lost in her thoughts
In her own little world

They startle
And stare at each other
Wondering who it is
Staring back

They smile
For a mere second the memory is there
And they rock, hand in hand
In their own little world

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