23 Monday Jan 2017
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Your name and mine, etched into trees
So many memories, swept with the breeze
We promised forever, but it just wouldn’t be
She came between us, and took you from me
No longer together, we grew distant, apart
Even though we remain, carved, in each other’s heart
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22 Sunday Jan 2017
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#poetry, apology, blogging, comments, dorindaduclos.com, health, life gets in the way, Night Owl Poetry, poems, reading, remiss, thoughts, twitter
Hello Friends,
You may have noticed (or not 
), that I have been remiss in replying to your comments, as well as commenting on your posts. I do apologize, but it is with good reason. If you read my poem from today, “Overwhelmed“, you’ll get a feel from where I’m coming from. I apologize, and am slowly catching up with everyone, a little at a time. I am also battling some health issues, which I do not like to dwell on, but have been more of a nuisance than not, and as such, I am away from my keyboard more than I’d like to be. Please be patient with me. I love reading your posts, it will just take me a bit longer.
A side note ~ if you have a twitter account, please make sure your twitter ID is filled in on the Sharing page (settings -> sharing). I also use this as a way of telling you I loved the piece I read, especially when I don’t have time to comment!!
Love you all,
Dorinda
22 Sunday Jan 2017
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#poetry, caretaker, crowded, daughter, depression, dorindaduclos.com, family life, glum, life, mother, Night Owl Poetry, numb, overwhelmed, peace, poems, wife
The days grow short, nights are shorter
I’m a wife, a mother, and a daughter
Pulled in all directions, until I’m numb
It’s no wonder why, I’m feeling glum
I need some space, to call my own
A quiet spot, where I’m unknown
No one to call my name, out loud
Far away, from the roaring crowd
Yet, I do not know, of such a place
To live my life, at my own pace
One day I hope to find that peace
When overwhelming moments cease
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20 Friday Jan 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, escape, fantasy, fear, Friday Fantasy, ghosts, life, mistakes, Night Owl Poetry, poems, running away, spirits
Through ruins, I try to make my escape
Unable to see, yet I sense my mistake
Moving about, with no reason nor rhyme
Knowing, so well, I’m near out of time
Can’t remove this mask, there’s no point in asking
Dare to take one more step, I feel my life crashing
Trying to run, from what I fear most
I find myself, floating, as now I am a ghost
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20 Friday Jan 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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I’m trying to decide just what to do
Where will this staircase lead me to?
Should I climb the steps, in shadowed light?
I hesitate, observe the flight
Perhaps I should take the door instead
No, I think I should listen to my head
And take neither the stairs nor passageway
We’ll wait between them, my pet, all day
Pass the time, while we’re kept down here
Nothing, you see, is perfectly clear
Waiting around, flanked by indigo beams
Locked in the caverns, of dungeonous dreams
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