Tag Archives: Poetic Prose

Sounds in the Night ~ #poeticprose #spirits

26 Saturday Jan 2019

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Water drips in the shower stall, there’s no one in that room, at all; revelry, a party, who’s it for? I can’t take this anymore. What are these sounds, voices that cry, and wake the slumber from my eyes; why do they always come for me, why can’t they leave and let me be! Or in the least, invite me too, but who, indeed, I have no clue.

I’ve heard them so many times before, so I sneak across the hallway floor; but, of course, there’s no one here, another nightmare, this I fear. I try to go back to my room, but stop, to smell the sweet perfume. Who is it, they, who wreck my sleep, and cause these visions, much too deep; I think it’s how they toy with me, I ponder a moment, then disagree.

Deciding, at last, I should ignore; I go back to my bed, but leave open, the door.

 

Author’s Note:  based on a true incident, a somewhat nightly occurrence.

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Still Waiting – #poeticprose – #JanuaryWriting

10 Thursday Jan 2019

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The boat was empty, not a soul in sight, he perched high on the branch, as sun set to night; watching and waiting, always calculated his timing, he was ready for his dinner, so he started his priming. When out of nowhere, came the rush of wings; nothing ever good, came out of these things. Sighing, he knew, he had heard it before; the eagle had found, his hidden place, once more. Now honing in on the fish he espied, the hawk simply sat there, watching, wide eyed; he knew better than to challenge this bird, trying to do so would be quite absurd. Instead he lamented, on what he should do next; there was still one more fish, but to get it, complex. So he waited again, til the eagle had gone; hoping this time, he had truly moved on. Again, there it was, that sound ever roaring; he was back for the other, that darn eagle, came soaring! Off went the second fish, into claws, twas transferred; all the hawk could do now, was go hungry, dumb bird…

 

The moral of the story: He who hesitates, often misses dinner.

 

January Writing Prompt – The boat was empty, except for one lone fish – Day 10/31

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Cover Reveal! ~ “Short & not always Sweet” by Dorinda Duclos

29 Monday Oct 2018

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I’m excited to reveal the cover for my next book, “Short & not always Sweet“!  As you can probably surmise by the title, it is my first book of short stories.  I have included passages and poetic prose, to round out my writing.  Some of you will recognize the stories from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto, but there’s a catch.  The stories have been continued!  The book is in the editing stages now, and will be available soon (I hope).  Without further ado…

The back reads:

“Imagine yourself being lost in a faraway land, or sailing on a pirate ship.  Perhaps you’ll find yourself in a predicament, or a romantic rendezvous. From passages to longer, more detailed stories, these are writings that are sure to capture your imagination and evoke emotions, from sadness, to madness, to happiness and beyond.”

I look forward to releasing the book soon, and hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it for you!

~ Dorinda ~

Cover Art ©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved