06 Monday Nov 2017
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Oh to rise each day
with the glory of autumn
awake, with morning
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06 Monday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#myphotography, #NovemberWriting, #poetry, chance meeting, clouds, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, escapade, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, writing
The clouded skies had darkened my view
I knew where to look, but couldn’t find you
The mist in the air gave a strange, eerie feel
I wondered exactly what it tried to conceal
Into the black, where I could no longer see
I wondered aloud, what has become of thee?
Then I caught a glimpse, from the sky above
My heart skipped a beat, I had found my true love
The one, who makes the evening, so perfectly right
When his light casts upon me, in the ebony night
Perchance, we could meet, once again, on a lark
This heavenly orb, and me, in the dark
Writing Prompt – A Chance Meeting – Day 6/30
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05 Sunday Nov 2017
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Some say they have seen her
In the mist, by the lake
No reflection in the water
Just the trees, when they quake
Her presence is known
Though she’s never been found
Not even her footsteps
Never making a sound
But when the cold filters in
And the sun cannot shine
It is then that they claim
With the fog, she’s enshrined
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05 Sunday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, #writingprompt, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, goodbye, keys, light, musical, Night Owl Poetry, notes, paino, poems, red rose, undertones, writing
There was an aura about her
When she sat before the keys
Her melodies spoke of angels
With each note, she’d appease
Porcelain fingers over ivory bars
Reminded me, always, that she had come far
A light in the darkness, she brought me much joy
Quietly I would listen, and never annoy
But one day the piano laid silent and still
No longer was the music being played with her skill
What I found in her place, was a single red rose
Her goodbye to me, just her way, I suppose
Yet her song forever lingered, sweetly, in my mind
For she was my music, so lyrical, and refined
Writing Prompt – Musical Undertones – Day 5/30
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04 Saturday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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She found it harder each day, to face the pain
Alone by the window, wondering again
How time could steel her life away
And why the agony she felt each day
Could cause so much hatred, in one woman’s heart
A prolonged destruction, which kept her apart
From the world outside, the place she’d known best
Now no longer a haven, or place she could rest
Instead she sits curled up, dark against light
Hair in her face, obscuring her sight
She no longer wishes to dwell here alone
Unlocking the window, she sends herself home
According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), in 2015:
If you know someone who is struggling with life, reach out, show them you care. You could be saving their life.
National Suicide Prevention Hotline: Call 1-800-273-8255
Writing Prompt – Prolonged Agony – Day 4/30
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