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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Tea Time Talk – #16 ~ #TeaTimeTalk

26 Sunday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Tea Time Talk

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#poetry, #TeaTimeTalk, chat, dorindaduclos.com, iced tea, new feature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sipping tea, Sunday blogging, talking, week ahead, writing

Good morning, friends!  It’s Memorial Day weekend, here in the states.  On Monday, we honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice defending our freedom. God bless them.  ❤  Grab your tea, iced or hot, make yourselves comfy and let’s talk!   🙂

 

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: if you haven’t seen me liking or commenting on your posts, please tell me.  I am still trying to find everyone that WordPress unfollowed.  It’s very frustrating because some of you I have been following since I began almost six years ago.  Please drop me a comment so I know and I can follow again.

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: hubby and I had a wonderful overnight with Stella the Chihuahua.  She is such a good girl.  Except when she woke me up at 2:45AM to let me know she peed on her wee wee pad.  I’m sure she was hoping for a treat!  Then she wanted to play.  I finally calmed her down and she went back to sleep until about 7:30AM.  I miss having a dog of our own, but right now it’s not an option.  So, I will take Stella, or any other dog Lys wants to bring by, any day, so I can play!!

Stella on my knee, just chillin’

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: I got my first rejection letter from a magazine, on a poem I sent them.  It’s okay though, because I decided to share with you to see what your reaction would be.  It was wonderful, and in the long run, that’s what really matters to me.  If I can’t capture your attention, then why am I writing?   ❤

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: it was a rainy week (again), but this time we had some very strong storms.  Extreme wind, thunder and lightning (my favorite part), and heavy rains.  Thankfully, it seems to be behind us now and we have nice weather coming in.  It’s supposed to be in the 90’s today!  Talk about one extreme to the other.  Mother Nature is really off this year.

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: Thursday was my son’s birthday.  It’s hard to believe 32 years have passed.  I still remember when we brought him home.  He’s grown into a fine man and I couldn’t be prouder.  He has worked his way up the corporate ladder, for a major retail company, and is now a manager. He’s been with the company for 15 years! Wow.

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: my rhododendron is in full bloom and I am just loving it!  Last week I showed you the rhodo from the church gardens.  Mine are very different. They are a light purple, which are the common ones you see around my neighborhood.  I don’t care what color they are, I just love the plant!!

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you:  actually, ask you, what does it take to get people to review your books?  I have sold many copies of my new book, and of course, since it’s through Amazon, I have no idea who purchased it.  But no reviews.  😦  All I keep thinking is, Oh my God, they hate it.  I’d love to hear from your authors who have tons of reviews. Perhaps a little coaching from you would help me.

If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: we had a nice day yesterday, at a BBQ at our friends from church.  We joked it was “The Bates Motel” because that’s their last name.  Lots of laughs, lots of stories, just good people and good food.  At the end, Maricel, the hostess, called all the girl’s over and asked us to pick pink or blue.  I thought it was turning into a baby shower!  But, no…it turned into…

“Maricel’s Bunnies” From left to right: Me, Alyssa, June and Maricel ❤

The bunnies play “Jesus Love Me, This I Know”.  Love it!

As for the week ahead:

If we were sipping tea, basking in the sun and talking I would tell you: it’s a busy week ahead, between doctor’s appointments, bible study, and who knows what else will hit me when I least expect it.  I have the neurologist on Tuesday.  Please throw some good vibes my way, so I get answers!!

If we were sipping tea, basking in the sun and talking I would tell you: it’s time to be on my way.  Church is calling, then pizza!  What’s your favorite? Have a blessed week ahead, my friends!   ❤

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Between the Courtyard – #writephoto – #shortstory

25 Saturday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in short story, WritePhoto

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I stand in the courtyard of my mother’s gardens. Always well-manicured, I was never allowed to play in them, but I spent many of my childhood days reading, and just thinking. Being surrounded by lush green grass, and the occasional flower tends to let one’s mind wander to places it should not.

My old home is in ruin now. Time has not allowed a kind transition. Vines have replaced the pristine white facade, and the old oaken door is warped shut. So many memories are held in that small house. How I wish they were all kind ones. I distinctly remember mother telling us we were not to bother old lady Werth. She was the woman who lived directly across from us, her door facing the courtyard, same as ours. It was never open, and we questioned if someone actually lived there. She must have been a hundred years old.

Curiosity got the better of me, one day I decided to knock on her door. The other kids ran to hide, afraid of who or what might answer. But no one did. I knocked again. I was a persistent pain in the butt when it came to getting answers. Sadly, after the fourth time knocking, I gave up. I remember telling my friends, “You big babies, I told you there was nothing to be afraid of! She’s probably long gone by now. She was so old!” They agreed, slowly coming out of their hiding places.

Today, I stand looking at the old house, once again. For laughs, I decide to knock on Werth’s door one more time. I make my way up the steps and upon reaching the dark wooden door, raise my hand to knock. Before I can complete this task, the doors open by themselves. I check, but there is no wind to cause this. Perhaps there is a new family living there, and they saw my approach. However, an eerie sensation comes over me, and I hesitate to go any further.

A frail voice beckons me to come in, and as I do, the dark doors behind me close, with a loud thud. I have made my own transition, no longer in the glory of my mother’s grandest accomplishment, but in the confines of an old house, now prisoner of the old witch who still lives…

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Transition

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The Apples of Wrath – #MayWriting – #poetry

25 Saturday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in May Writing, Poetry

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#MayWriting, #poetry, anger, apple, death, dorindaduclos.com, fruit, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetess, rhymes, spells, The Grapes of Wrath, writing, writing prompt


A fiery apple, she quietly lures

Outside the town, nobody did notice

To her advantage, she uses a spell

This gypsy girl, mysterious poetess

Chanting rhymes and incantations

He falls for her, much to his chagrin

She knows exactly how to charm

But the fairy tale would never begin

Anger holds her tighter than love

He is doomed, in the aftermath

Never to see home, again, he is done

Easily bitten, by the apples of wrath

 

 

May Writing Prompts – The Apples of Wrath – Day 25/31

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No Jeopardy Involved ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP #DWP

24 Friday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD

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This is not a fuzzy memory, like the vague from yesterday

There’s no jeopardy involved, this time I am enlightened

I surround myself with hope, all my sorrows, I’ve cast away

Welcoming each moment, with my senses, truly heightened

 

Word of the Day – Fuzzy
FOWC with Fandango – Jeopardy
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Memory
Daily Word Prompt – Surround

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Friday Fantasy ~ Nevermore – #poetry

24 Friday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poetry

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Guided by light, through the misty night

A ship finds its way, across the ocean

Bobbing in the sea, it remains a mystery

How it was brought here, on waves of motion

Or perhaps it’s the moon, makes sailors swoon

Unaware are they, of her alluring beams

Closer they come, until they are numb

Alas, all is not really what it seems

Still, the ship heads in, from where its been

Sails folded, as she glides toward shore

A crash, tis a sight, though try as they might

They can save themselves, nevermore

 

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