13 Wednesday Dec 2017
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myphotography, autumn, birds, dorindaduclos.com, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, tree, woodpecker, Wordless Wednesday
His favorite tree. If not for his red head, he’d be rather well hidden.
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26 Sunday Nov 2017
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#poetry, beauty, clouds, comfort, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, God, Heaven, light, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, poetry, sky, spiritual poetry, tree, writing
There is always light, though times can feel dark
Simply look up, through the empty and stark
The sky will peel back its cloak made of gray
Heaven’s shear glory, guides you this day
Take comfort in knowing, tis God who you see
He is the clouds, and the sky, and yes, even the tree
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15 Wednesday Nov 2017
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#mybackyard, #myfrontyard, #nofilter, autumn, dorindaduclos.com, leaves, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, shadows, sunlight, sunset, tree, Wordless Wednesday
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18 Monday Sep 2017
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If I were a plant, what would I be?
Perhaps not a plant, maybe a tree?
One that grows tall, since I’m really short
Then I can build, a neat little fort
Climb in my house, stationed up high
Breathe in the air, watch the clouds drifting by
Listen, as the birdies, sing in their nests
Yes, this is the place I would love best
But, wait, as a plant, I could grow flowers
People would care for me, hours and hours
Give me a clipping, tame back my roots
Always making sure I look very cute
Until, at last, I am blossoming full
Then out come the scissors, and I feel the pull
Snip, snip, snip, my blooms are all gone
Not exactly my idea of a beauty salon
So what should I be?
A plant or a tree?
I think perhaps
I just like being me
Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a search term that brought them to my blog: “dorinda plant”. It kind of grew on me, oh, bad pun, sorry, anyway, I hope you enjoyed! 🙂
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04 Friday Aug 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#poetry, broccoli, death, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Follow, Friday Fantasy, happy, house, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sunsets, tree, whimsical, writing
Imagine how our life would be
If we all lived in a broccoli tree
On top of the stalk, our house would sit
Oh, can you just imagine it?!
Beautiful sunsets, out our backdoor
Who could ask for anything more!
Follow me, I’ll pave the way
For you to come, perhaps to stay
The light is always on, you’ll see
Just how happy you can be
Hurry now, no time to waste
But remember, you must never taste
For if you eat from the broccoli tree
The house will fall, and dead you’ll be
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