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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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A Goodbye Promise ~ #poetry of #aging

02 Saturday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, aging, cold, death, dorindaduclos.com, life, metaphor, nature, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, snow, tree, Winter, writing


Won’t you please come closer, let me have a look at you
I promise not to harm you, I just want to know your name
I am, simply, an old tree, stuck in the snow, without a clue
As how to get the cold to leave, each year, it’s still the same

The sky gets rather cloudy, and the sun seems to run away
Is there a way for me to stop this, from happening again?
All at once, the light is gone, and all around me, turns gray
Perhaps you can teach me, how to change the ice to rain

You keep looking at me, with wonderment on your face
I seem to be quite different, than the others trees, I fear
I bet you’re trying to figure out, how I got to this place
I wish I had the answer, but Mother Nature’s left me here

Frozen in this position, I have no choice but to look down
I wonder if, there is a way, for you to help me straighten
Such puzzlement in your eyes, and now you have a frown
My guess is that you can’t, so that leaves me still misshapen

Maybe, perchance, you’ll come back, when the snow is done
Bring with you, a book or two, then we can read together
Spring, is when I’ll find my leaves, to shade you, from the sun
Yes, I can see that you agree, it’s also your kind of weather

Now off you go, dear child, before you turn much colder
And winter, in its harshest way, causes me to grow older

Mind yourself, stay warm, and dry

I’ll see you soon, I promise…

…Goodbye

 

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Balance ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

29 Tuesday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD

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#Fandango, #FOWC, #poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, #WOTD, balance, create, dorindaduclos.com, foundation, Night Owl Poetry, poems, roots, solid, tree, word of the day, writing


To create a life, in which happiness abounds

A person must always strive to find balance

Much like a tree, its trunk, rooted to the ground

Working on your own solid foundation, is gallant

 

Word of the Day – Create
FOWC with Fandango – Tree
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Balance

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Blessings Bestowed ~ #poetry #freeverse

27 Sunday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in free verse, Poetry

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#freeverse, #poetry, beauty, blessed, blessings, dorindaduclos.com, God, life, light, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Serenity, shade, silence, sun, sunlight, thankful, tree, water, waterfalls, writing


I’ve traveled here,
to sit, ponder
Basking in the glory
of nature
Feeling the warmth
of the sun
Soaking in the sounds
of water falling

(The rush of silence is awakening)

Freeing me, to find
my inner peace
These things,
I have somehow
Taken for granted,
Thinking they,
would always
be here for me

(Bestowed upon us from Heaven above)

And while the leaves
of the trees, provide
with their shade,
I shall always
turn my face
toward the light

(In thankful prayer for His many blessings)

 

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The Tree and She – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

15 Tuesday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, alien, butterflies, desert, dorindaduclos.com, flowers, humans, Night Owl Poetry, sky, sunset, tree, writing, writing prompt


She set out, across the desert sands
Gathering nature, with her hands

Not wanting to leave, any behind
Heard life on Earth, could be so unkind

Carefree, following behind her, in tow
Were butterflies fluttering, to and fro

Flowers that blossomed, on one side
The clouds, ablaze, in orange skies

Everything she found, was simply a beauty
Knowing inside, this was her rightful duty

To bring back all, they didn’t have there
Saving from humans, who just didn’t care

Though, left behind, near grass, was a tree
Which had no leaves, nor birds to see

Twas the only thing, she could not carry
Though try, she did, but to the contrary

The tree did not want to go, nor gather
So, it stayed in its own place, and rather

Didn’t follow the lass, from land to land
Hoping one day, she would understand

Why he had stayed there, in the blazing sun
Who’d tell about trees, if there were none?

 

January Writing Prompt – And as she walked away, she took it all with her – Day 15/31

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Swept Away with the Wind – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

09 Wednesday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, aging, dorindaduclos.com, earth, hair, heat, land, Night Owl Poetry, tree, writing, writing prompt


Not much greenery left behind
As heat takes charge, of the land
One tree stands out, from them all
She fancies herself rather grand

Always posing, in mysterious ways
She likes to show off her style
Though the gray, has started to show
What is left, still makes her smile

A gust of wind, on the open range
And her hair blows, out of control
Withered, she bends, to the breeze
As the days start to take their toll

Ever ageless, though aging fast
From the wind, she no longer recoils
Counting the moments, until, at last
She returns, once again, to the soil

 

January Writing Prompt – Swept away with the wind, her hair looked a mess – Day 9/31

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