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A spirit lingers
No Turning Back – #poetry #spirit #Tanka
11 Monday Oct 2021
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What Happened? – #poetry of the #lost
03 Sunday Oct 2021
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A reflection in the mirror where
Hollow looking eyes do stare
Back at me, creates a scare
Is this really what I’ve become?
Into the Black – #poetry #death
02 Saturday Oct 2021
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I wrote this after listening to Don McLean’s song, “Vincent”. If you know the song, perhaps you’ll read the words as if the music is playing….
Darkness holds the night
Stars are hidden from my sight
The moon above, it shines no light
I look around but nothing fills my eyes
You’ll Never be Alone – #poetry #mom
09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry
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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”
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Karina Cubillo from Pixabay
Never Drift Away – #dark #poetry – #NaPoWriMo
18 Saturday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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The light from tower’s windows gleam
Take heed, the house, isn’t what it seems
In fact, it is more a nightmarish dream
When it drifts into your slumber
She floats atop the castle crown
This spirit, donned, in ethereal gown
So painful, the look, her face, a frown
As she seeks to disencumber
Full moon lights her ghostly frame
The raven flies, her soul to claim
Dare not point, nor place the blame
When demons, pursue, outnumber
For there is no human left in she
Life’s torture, all lies, brought insanity
This spirit, longing, to be set free
To leave this world, in pieces, asunder
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Thomas Budach from Pixabay
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