16 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted in free verse, Poetry
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#poetry, clouds, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, moon, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, storm, Venus, writing
You disappeared, out of sight
Swallowed by the darkened sky
A sliver, you couldn’t hold your ground
Even Venus, with her brilliance
Was no match for the storm
On this clouded summer night
Author’s Note: I was able to catch a glimpse of the young moon and Venus, until the storm clouds took over, and they disappeared into the night.
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17 Tuesday Jul 2018
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, downpour, flooding, lightning, Mother Nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rain, rebel, sidewalk, storm, street, summer, thunder, weather, writing
The sunlight fades, ever fast, away
As darkening clouds, obscure the day
Bringing daggers, lights against the gloom
With a thunderous roar, and shattering boom
Over the lands, to quench an insatiable thirst
Pelting down, from the skies, a raucous cloudburst
Flooding over the streets and sidewalks, where
People run to escape, this torrential nightmare
The falling of the rain is, how Mother Nature rebels
Until she’s had enough, then, the rain she will quell
Author’s Note: I wrote this while listening to a thunderstorm. The skies opened up and it poured!! I love writing to that sound 🙂
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Photo via Pixabay CC0
20 Wednesday Jun 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#myphotography, #nofilter, 2018, beauty, clouds, dorindaduclos.com, lake, Lake Wallenpaupack, mountains, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Pennsylvania, Photography, Poconos, sky, storm, trees, vacation, Wordless Wednesday
Lake Wallenpaupack
The Pocono Mountains
Headed home, right into a storm!
All photos ©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
15 Tuesday May 2018
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#poetry, deceptive, dorindaduclos.com, fury, lightning, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rage, rain, spring, storm, sun, thunder, wind, writing
This was the sky moments before a huge thunderstorm barreled its way through. Still going, too.
It came down in buckets
While wind blew with rage
A sky filled with lightning
The storm, center stage
Her thunder was deafening
Couldn’t hear myself think
Why on Earth would nature
Put up such a stink
Sounds, like a freight train,
Roaring, past the door
The whole house is shaking
I can’t take anymore
Calmer days need take heed
She is mighty, riding the skies
A figure of destructive fury
She wears as an artful guise
The color of sunlight, so bright
She’ll shine her light, on a dare
Deceptive is she, quite willingly
Hiding in the clouds, elsewhere
Photo and Poem ©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
15 Tuesday May 2018
Posted in creative writing, short story, Tuesday Tales
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#creativewriting, #shortstory, #TuesdayTales, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, escape, fainted, hand, house, mouse, Night Owl Poetry, no escape, old man, part three, storm, story, writing
Each Tuesday (unless i forget), I will be sharing a short story, over several parts. When one ends, I will begin another the following week. I hope you enjoy! 🙂
Beyond the door, I could hear his sinister laugh echoing in the hallways. Trying to compose myself, and refocus on what it was I was seeing, I found myself stepping backward, away from what I could only assume was a dead body. And a fresh one, at that. Who had met their untimely fate? I continued to search the room, hoping to find some sort of light source I could use. Making my way across the room, I tripped on something. Petrified it could be another body, I froze in place. Looking down, I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized it was a rolled up rug. There was nothing human about it.
I continued, feeling my way around the room, bumping into furniture I didn’t even know was there. I was frantic, his laughter still filling my ears. Who was this evil being and why did he lock me in this room?! I swore I would never ever play Pokémon Go on my phone, again. It had drained the battery and thus, I found myself here. No game was worth losing your life over, yet, here I was, trying to hold on for my own dear one.
What was that? From across the room, the part of the room I chose to run from, was a rustling noise. Perhaps it’s just a mouse, or my luck, a rat. Either way, a rodent was the least of my troubles. Trying to forget the noise, I continued my search for something I could use to cast light in this horrid place. The rustling was getting louder. I suppose whatever it was, was heading my way, so I stopped. I stood, trying to remain calm and quiet at the same time, having a hard time doing both. My imagination started working on me. I pictured this huge rat walking towards me, on hind legs, teeth bared, sizing me up for his next meal. I was grateful when I saw the little mouse scurry across the floor, but I didn’t let my guard down.
Footsteps. He was returning. I should wait by the door, and make a mad dash through it, making my escape! Feeling my way, trying not to bang into every piece of furniture my shins were finding, I saw the door slowly opening. I was just about to run when I felt something on my shoulder. Perhaps the rat had found me after all. Reaching up, I could tell the object on my shoulder was a hand. I slowly turned around, and once again, let out this incredible scream. I think I fainted, because everything went black.
To be continued…
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Photo via Pixabay CC0
