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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 Blessing in Disguise ~ #Haibun #Haiku #poetrychallenge

05 Tuesday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #haibun, Haiku, Poetry

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It’s the first challenge of March, and Colleen lets us pick our own words!  Synonyms are not necessary but I used them anyway.  I chose Safe and Cherish.

Written as a Haibun/Haiku, my synonyms are Protect and Nourish.


I watched, as Mother Nature decorated the brown grasses, with a crystalline white, fluffy coat. Each branch, of empty tree, was now steadily upholding the frosty layer she had placed upon it. This was her blessing, her way of guarding, and it was her way of readying the earth, for the arrival of spring.  I truly felt this was how it was meant to be.  When she finally ceased, the skies remained a bit overcast, with no moon to brighten the newly fallen flakes, but the sight was luminous.

Come morning, she did not leave us with the gray, clouded skies that she brought the night before, but instead, she left the azure blue of the heavens, and the flight of angels, floating above me. I was fascinated by how she had truly captured my attention and I was enrapt in her spell.

And I continued to watch, as she nourished the hardened ground, by offering her soft heart, the beauty of which she will allow me to envision. I wished to journey outside to behold her charm, but I dare not disturb a work in progress. Instead, I watched through a pane of glass, a true reflection of love.

 

Winter snows blanket

Like a mother shields her child

Protecting new life

 

 

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 126, “Poet’s Choice of Words”

Haibun/Haiku and Photo ©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

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Delirious Intentions – #poetry – #MarchWriting

05 Tuesday Mar 2019

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Spring break was over long ago

But not so for these three guys

Speeding down the parkway

They were in for quite a surprise

Beach ball and umbrella, packed

Things were flying everywhere

One of them lost his shoe & hat

None of them really seemed to care

Hoping to make it down the shore

Praying they had enough gas

Soon, they’d be at Island Beach

With the rest of the gang, en masse

But something happened to them

They never made it there, no show

The weather got the best of them

They wound up in a bank of snow

 

March Writing Prompts – Delirious intentions – Day 5/31

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Chivalry is not Dead ~ #poetry #WOTD #RDP #DWP

04 Monday Mar 2019

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

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If we were to speculate that, indeed, chivalry is dead

We could become dull, monotonous, and quite unseeing

Perhaps, if we didn’t carry such silly thoughts in our head

We would choose, to pay heed, to our own life’s well being

 

Word of the Day – Monotonous
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Speculate
Daily Word Prompt – Chivalry

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#writephoto – The Invitation – #shortstory

04 Monday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in short story, WritePhoto

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“Come on! Let’s go in!”

I’m not sure we should”

“But it’s open.”

“And what if we’re not welcome there. What if there’s a mean old hag behind that gate, What if..”

Reggie cut her off. “Always with your what ifs, Gina. Stop being afraid of everything, live a little.”

“But Reggie.”

“No buts. I bet there’s something magical behind those gates. And the only way to find out is to go in. If you’re not, I am. You can wait out here for me.”

Gina thought about it for a moment, then decided she didn’t want to be alone on the other side of who knows what. Better to stick close to her best friend, than possibly lose him, again. She nodded her head and took up steps behind Reggie. The gate was heavier than he had anticipated, so he asked Gina to help him. Together, they pushed against the iron structure, stopping each time it made a loud creaking noise. They agreed that if someone was on the other side, they’d know by now. They weren’t exactly being quiet. Finally opening the gate all the way, they stepped into what appeared to be a beautiful garden.

“Oh, Reggie, this is lovely! It’s like the Magic Garden. Remember? We used to play that all the time. Until I got lost in the woods, that is,” she said, putting her head down.

“That was ages ago, G. Come on, let’s check this place out.”

In front of them was a trail leading further into the garden area, and one off to the side that lead to an unpaved path of thick bushes. There was a rustling sound coming from the bushes, and Gina quickly found herself hiding behind Reggie. Out from the bushes came a small, odd looking man. Brushing himself off, he introduced himself.

“Good afternoon. I am Patty Picklepuss. And you are?” he asked.

“I’m Reggie and this is my friend, Gina.”

“I see. And do you have your invitations?”

They looked at the small man with confusion. “Invitation?” asked Reggie.

“Yes, yes.” The man was getting agitated. “You’ve come through the gates for the party, haven’t you? You can only get in with an invitation. So, let’s see them.”

Reggie and Gina shook their heads, and shrugged their shoulders.

“Ah, no invitation, eh. Party crashers, eh. Well, we’ll see about that!” And with that statement, Patty Picklepuss blew on a long horn he seemed to produce from thin air. The noise was ear shattering and quickly two men, much taller than Patty, were standing there. They must be guards, thought Reggie.

“These two, um, what are you anyway? Humans? Ugh! Take these to humans,” he said with disgust, “and put them in the thicket with the other party crashers.”

“Wait! What did we do wrong? We saw the open gate and thought it would be okay to come in. If you didn’t want anyone here, you should have closed the gate!” With that, Reggie stomped his foot and folded his arms across his chest. He wasn’t backing down. Gina knew this was always trouble, but she had no choice but to stand there and hope for the best. The guards seemed fascinated by this odd human who had the nerve to stand up to them. Looking at Picklepuss, they questioned as to what they should do.

“Hmmmm, a feisty one. Maybe we should bring them to the Queen. Let her decide. Perhaps her lions are a better choice, instead of the thicket.”

Gina looked horrified but didn’t put up a fight. She went willingly with the guard who had her by the arm. Reggie was right behind her and she prayed it would stay that way.

Entering the courtyard, they were brought before the Queen. Picklepuss walked to her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, then turned her attention to Reggie and Gina. “I am told you have entered into my garden without invitation. Is this true?” she asked.

Gina began to speak but Reggie cut her off. She really disliked when he did that and shot him a look of disgust. He shrugged and continued, “We saw the gate open and we wanted to see what was behind it. If you didn’t want anyone coming in, why leave it that way?” he asked.

The Queen chuckled, then asked the guard to bring the female closer to her. As Gina walked nearer, she could see the Queen was not human. She had porcelain like hands and her face was perfect, not one mark nor blemish graced her skin. Gina just stood there, mesmerized. It seemed the Queen was equally so, as it took a few minutes before she spoke again.

“You are the one I’ve been waiting for. The one they told me would take my place. I’ve not long for this planet you call Earth, but I do not wish to have my legacy forgotten. They told me there would be one here, who would venture through the gates and be taken to me. She was the one I was to meet, and it appears the she is you.”

Gina was so confused. What on Earth was she talking about? Reggie looked just as confused. But before he could speak, the Queen ordered the guards to throw him into the thicket. Gina tried to yell, but Patty Picklepuss somehow stopped her. She had no voice. She had no idea where she was, nor where they had taken Reggie. All she knew was she was alone, again, lost inside a garden that she no longer felt was so magical.

 

To be continued…

 

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Photo ©Sue Vincent – Invitation

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A Vicious Cycle – #poetry – #MarchWriting

04 Monday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in March Writing, Poems, Poetry

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#MarchWriting, #poetry, cat, dorindaduclos.com, family, friends, hubby, kids, lifestyle, Night Owl Poetry, poems, routine, stuck in a rut, writing, writing prompt


It’s one of those days
When life throws a curve
And you’re simply too tired
To even try to swerve

Laundries piling up
Dishes need cleaning
All you can think of is
What is the meaning?

Of doing the same thing
Day after day
You decide that it’s crazy
No, it’s not okay

How can this happen
It never seems to end
So you pick up the phone
And you call up a friend

You tell them to come over
To have a coffee or two
Perhaps bring the cookies
That’s what you’d do

Then sit around the table
And hope for the best
When suddenly, kids
And everything’s a mess

They’re running around
Chasing and screaming
All you are hoping is that
You’ve really been dreaming

You tell your friend
You feel like Mother Hubbard
Then it happens, and, splash
The cat falls off the cupboard

Horrified, and soaking wet
She rushes out the door
It’s when you finally realize
You can’t take this anymore

You pack up your suitcase
Wave to hubby, “see ya later!”
He looks like you spoke French
And he needs a translator

Hop in the car, turn on some tunes
And drive around, for a mile
Let out a sigh, head back home
At least you got out for awhile

 

March Writing Prompts – Sorry, my cat fell off the cupboard – Day 4/31

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