02 Sunday Dec 2018
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Sunlight wakes a sleepless mind
And still I long to dream, I find
Raindrops lingering, barren trees
Branches swaying, a subtle breeze
Clouds, at last, have gone away
A Peaceful morning, blessed day
For I have opened my tired eyes
Thankful, once again, to rise
Have a Blessed Sunday ❤
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01 Saturday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, cold, dorindaduclos.com, frost, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, shiver, Winter, writing
I’m feeling quite joyous, Yes! It’s that time of year
So delighted, when the holiday season brings cheer
Decorations that shine on each tree, lighted brightly
Ah, the sky glistens too, with each star, lighted nightly
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Exult – I used the synonym Joyous
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01 Saturday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I found her lying ‘tween the clover
Then tiptoed, not to make a sound
Though fast asleep, I could feel her
Heartbeat, pulsing, off the ground
Her essence left a heady fragrance
Lifted from the dampened earth
And I couldn’t help but wonder why
She chose this place to give it worth
So hidden, deep, within these woods
Where no one else could find her
A tired Mother Earth, took rest
As the beauty of land, entwined her
December Writing Prompt – In between the clover and the dampened earth – Day 1/31
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30 Friday Nov 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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I wake to frosted windows, shimmering in the sun
I used to love the arctic air, as a child, I’d play & run
Winter’s breath is upon me, how I shiver in the cold
Seems I can no longer handle it, I must be getting old
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Frost
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30 Friday Nov 2018
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry, What Do You See?
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#poetry, #whatdoyousee, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, monster, moonbeams, Night Owl Poetry, nightmares, piano, poems, stars, writing
The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.
With each key he played, the monster, alive
Unaware was he, as he continued his song
Though he felt a presence, he could not decide
What it was he had been feeling, all along
Through the trees, moonbeams danced
It was though they could hear every note
The stars came down, wondering, perchance
If his playing was what kept them afloat
His life, in a book, his fantasies, played
As time passed by, the pages yellowed
He took in stride, what his mind displayed
All those nightmares, had truly mellowed
So he played, and he played, each note his own
Not caring what was happening around him
He knew from the start, this king on his throne
That his dreams would always surround him
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