Tag Archives: #poetry

You’ll Never be Alone – #poetry #mom

09 Friday Oct 2020

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For Mom, my guardian angel…

Subtle little clues
You like to leave behind
To let me know you’re with me
Making it easier to find

Boxes filled with memories
Clothes, once hung upon the door
Are now laying in the hallway
Where you’ve put them, on the floor

You really needn’t show me
I can feel your presence near
Reminding me to be careful
Of the many treasures here

I’ve wrapped them up in paper
Placed them gently, as not to break
Packed up everything I could
Oh, how my heart does ache

Yet, in very quiet moments,
When I am in your home,
I can hear you whisper
“You’ll never be alone”

 

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Image by Karina Cubillo from Pixabay

Just a Hat – #limerick #poetry #whimsical

07 Wednesday Oct 2020

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It has been a long time since we sat

Way back then, I believe we were phat

Our days were confounded

Skeletons abounded

Now naked, donned only in a hat

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay

Just Me and the Universe – #poetry of #escape

06 Tuesday Oct 2020

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I’ll float, far away
Into clouds of unknown
Settled sweetly in this basket
I now call my home
Heading for the crescent
Lighting the sky
A place in the heavens
Tis where I shall fly.

My balloon, it mimics
The likes of a fish
One made of jelly
Upon which I wish
To travel to places
I’ve not been before
Clipping the mountain tops
Over the shore.

Skirting the lands
I’ll make my escape
With the wind in my hair
And the night, taking shape
Just me and the universe
Stretching our wings
Flying, free as a bird
With naught anchoring.

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay

Two More – #poetry – #witch – #fantasy

05 Monday Oct 2020

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The children journeyed near the forest house
She stood there, watching and waiting
Not making a sound, as quiet as a mouse
The witch thought this ever frustrating

All she wanted was to make a stew
The ingredients, of course, did matter
Children, she thought, ah! Something new
She would whip up a nice tasty batter

Douse them with flour, throw in some eggs
Mix it all up with her broomstick
Heads and arms, tangled feet and legs
Straight into the oven, she was quick

Closed the door tightly, then shouted with glee
“Yes! Yes!! Such a fanciful notion!”
“I once heard that children are very tasty,”
Then came a sound, quite the commotion!

Looking about, she spied her creations
Escaping, they ran, hurried, for the door
Sighing, the witch, now lacking elation
“Oh well, I’ll just wait for two more.”

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay

#FridayFantasy ~ Sisterly Love – #poetry #fantasy

02 Friday Oct 2020

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She is the darkness that glows in the night

A beautiful bird against the full moon light

Sisterly love, she admires, from afar

Elegance floats, while she stands, char

Ebon as midnight, only pale skin aglow

Standing in shadows, afraid to show

Frozen, she is quiet, still, like a stone

Hoping the others won’t see her alone

But sight of her they do, indeed, espy

They hiss and they trumpet, a loud outcry

A warning to the guards, in the castle keep

Who send her away, and she silently weeps

 

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay