Shadows of the Night ~ #dark #poetry

Seduced by her beauty, but never knew why
Her vision would taunt him, til the day he’d die
Thousands of time, in the course of an hour
Hester would visit, in visions quite dour
She spoke to his heart, he heard every word
He thought himself mad, then thought it absurd
Harold was never much of lady’s man, not he
He never dated, nor married, nor had a family
It didn’t occur to him, why this would be
The sight of sweet Hester, had caused misery
How no one would ever match her, the magic
When Harold found Hester had gone, how tragic
Left him for another, she disappeared in the night
Leaving the poor man, alone, with his plight
Soon, she returned, to again, start her seduction
He had to deal with his heart, her destruction
He turned her away, this act, quite condemning
And so it began, the haunting of Harold Hemmings

October Writing Prompt – The Haunting of Harold Hemmings – Day 31/31 – Another month has passed us by. I loved the prompts for October. Thanks so much, ~M!! On to November!
OctPoWriMo

Storm ~ #poetry #etheree

04 Thursday Oct 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Etheree, Poems, Poetry

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Storm
Thunder
In my mind
Creates visions
Ones that do linger
Forcing me to escape
Into my own awareness
A place, profound, as is subtle
Yet, to truly understand your fate
One must make sense of their very own soul

This is my first attempt at an etheree poem. Info on how to write one can be found HERE. Many thanks to Helene Vaillant of Willow Poetry for creating in this form and to Colleen Chesebro for researching and adding this to her weekly poetry challenge.

Panic ~ #poetry #dark

13 Monday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry

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The medication is beginning to wear thin

Night terrors return, with a frantic fury

Evoking strange visions, conjuring the dark

Encapsulating me, like a jail cell, but the bars!

Claustrophobia has nothing on these feelings

Like solitary confinement, there’s no escape

I’m trapped in my own fear, flailing my arms

Still you sleep, with me screaming on the inside

And you not hearing on the outside, please wake up!

Unlock this oubliette, find the door to set me free

I call your name, no response, the silence deafens

My heart, racing, beating, as it longs to release

Scattered breaths, this taunting inside me

And when it finally does, I am spent, and you wake

Realizing, this is my life, this is how I cope with it

I panic, it attacks, with no cavalry to rescue me

No savior, only me, finally fighting my way out

The easiest way to deal with this, is to not sleep

So I don’t, and I won’t, and I can’t live like this

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Shadows of the Night ~ #dark #poetry

The Haunting of Harold Hemmings – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry

Storm ~ #poetry #etheree

Panic ~ #poetry #dark

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