22 Wednesday Feb 2017
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#myphotography, #nofilter, blue sky, branches, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, sky, Sunnybank Park, trees
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22 Wednesday Feb 2017
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#myphotography, #nofilter, dorindaduclos.com, gimmer, glisten, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, sparkle, starlike, sun, sunlight, Sunnybank Park, water
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20 Monday Feb 2017
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#poetry, basking, dorindaduclos.com, gray squirrel, lazy, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, poems, squirrel, sun, sunlight, tree, unseen, Winter
Basking, in the warmth of sun
Soaking it in, before day is done
Relaxing here, on this quiet tree
Where no one really notices me
I blend in well, with winter gray
And I can lounge the day away
Until it’s time, to go back home
Into this tree, that’s mine, alone
Author’s note: This is not my buddy, Gandolph. He’s just another gray squirrel who hangs out in our tree 🙂
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20 Monday Feb 2017
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#poetry, angels, branches, daylight, dorindaduclos.com, night, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, poems, shadows, souls, spirits, sunlight, Sunnybank Park, trees, wayne nj
Sunlight casts an ethereal glow
Among the shadows, as they grow
Underneath the hidden spaces
Where spirits hide angelic faces
In between the barren sprigs
Intertwining with the twigs
Watching, as you pass them by
Listen, you can hear them sigh
In daylight, even in the dark
These gentle souls of Sunnybank Park
Author’s Note: Sunnybank Park is in Wayne, NJ and one of the places I love to go to. There is a peacefulness to this place, and you can feel it all around you ❤
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16 Thursday Feb 2017
Posted in Photography, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, Afraid to Climb, alone, bird, dorindaduclos.com, doubt, family, fly, fright, life, lonely, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, poems, ponderings, self-doubt, wonder
Alone and lost amid verdant ground,
High upon the wood, I’m found, looking
For ones who look like me, the ones
Who form my family, for without them,
I’d just gaze about, wondering
What my life’s about, afraid to climb
To soaring heights, afraid that maybe
I just might, fail to spread my wings and fly,
Fail to find the reason why, I was left here,
By myself, a lonely bird, upon a shelf
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