24 Sunday Oct 2021
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Flora
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02 Monday Dec 2019
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Droplets of nature
Colored, from a rose in rain
Reflect her beauty
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18 Thursday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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He lays out the mask, pitchfork and a rose
His plans for the night? Only he knows
What he has hiding, up his sleeve
Such devilish deeds, he does conceive
She comes through the door, tired and weary
The scene on the bed, makes it quite eerie
Afraid to get closer, she gasps, backs away
He’s standing behind her, ready to play
Whispered seduction, his breath on her face
Desirous thoughts, as their bodies embrace
Warming to him, she gives in for the night
Unveiling the secrets, of the Devil’s delight
October Writing Prompt – Devil’s Delight – Day 18/31
OctPoWriMo
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11 Wednesday Jul 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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Scroll down to see this beautiful flower blossoming 🙂
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05 Saturday May 2018
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Surrounded by the mighty firs
Cloaked in gossamer mists
A flower stands, the reddest rose
Waiting for his love, her kiss
She sits and watches quietly
Captivated by its desire to live
Among the barren land, where she
Is more than willing to forgive
This rose, perhaps her long lost love
Though she continues to just admire
Unsure if she should even touch
As her heart fills with desire
She reaches for the stem, so green
Unaware of the sharpest thorn
As blood trickles from her fingertip
She remembers why, with scorn
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 