06 Wednesday Feb 2019
Posted in Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD
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#poetry, #WOTD, disquisitive, dorindaduclos.com, family, meddlesome, Night Owl Poetry, poems, toxic, waste, word of the day, writing
Why is it some families, become so disquisitive?
Sticking their noses, where they don’t belong
Turning relationships, into mortal toxic waste
Never thinking they’re the ones who are wrong
Word of the Day – Toxic
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06 Wednesday Feb 2019
Posted in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Poems, Poetry, Tanka
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#poetry, #tankatuesday, arouse, awakened, Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, dorindaduclos.com, glory, glow, light, morning, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, sun light, writing
It’s the first challenge of February, and Colleen lets us pick our own words! Synonyms are not necessary but I used them anyway. Keeping with the love theme, this week, my words are Arouse and Glow. Although I’ve used then in a different context. 😉
Written as a Tanka, my synonyms are Awakened and Light.
Clouded skies part ways
When, at last, the morning breaks
And my sun shines high
Tis then I am awakened
By the glory of the light
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Poet’s Choice
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05 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD
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#Fandango, #FOWC, #poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, #WOTD, be heard, dorindaduclos.com, hum, megaphone, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Possibilities, rule of thumb, word of the day, writing
The possibilities afforded us, can be endless
Especially, when you follow this rule of thumb
The easiest way you can make yourself heard
Is by using a megaphone, whenever you hum
Word of the Day – Possibilities
FOWC with Fandango – Megaphone
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Hum
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05 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in Poetry, short story, WritePhoto
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bushes, dorindaduclos.com, Fragrant, journey, lavender, nature, Night Owl Poetry, paths, photo prompt, rose garden, roses, Sue Vincent's Write Photo, trees, WritePhoto, writing
Beauty knows no certain path, it winds about and returns. I found myself lost in an almost labyrinth of roses and lavender, in full bloom, permeating my senses. The decadent scent left me feeling heady and light, at the same time. How I wished I could keep these feeling with me all the time.
Journeying, first to the right, then left, and finally ahead of me, if I turned around, I always found myself in the center. Perchance, is this exactly how my life was meant to be, always centered? Yet, the need to explore further beyond the garden, had me off kilter. A very odd feeling, one I didn’t quite understand. Yet.
Deciding to follow the left path beyond the marked ending of it, I walked into the brush of untamed branches, trees, who had been allowed to wander where they may. Yes, I thought, this is me, wandering where I may, with no one stopping me. And then I thought again, that leaves me with no end in sight. Not what I wanted, so I headed back.
Deciding to follow the right path, I found myself in a desolate part of the beautiful gardens. Here, things had been cut back, leaving only space for the few roses, the bushy lavenders to spread out a bit, but not too much as to overwhelm their surroundings. Not where I wanted to be, so back I went.
Deciding on the path in front of me, I found myself in the open air, no trees, no flowers, no nothing. It was just space. Behind me was a lush garden oasis, in front of me, desert like lands, incapable of sustaining any kind of life force. I definitely knew this was not where I wanted to be. So once again, I headed back, and that’s when it hit me.
No matter what path I took, if I turned about and headed back, I always wound up at the center of it all. A big beautiful rose tree was my foundation on this Earth. It allowed me to walk any path I wanted, but always made sure I found my way back. How delightful!
I guess you’re wondering about the path I came in on, the one behind me? I didn’t travel that one again. It would only lead to where I had already been. I knew, for sure, that wasn’t where I wanted to go. Therefore, I took up residence in the middle of the garden paths, sat myself under the rose bush and blue sky, soaked in the rays of sunlight and breathed in the scents of the surrounding beauty. Perhaps, there really is a Heaven on Earth…
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05 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#FebruaryWriting, #poetry, baby, dorindaduclos.com, memories, Night Owl Poetry, photographs, photos, poems, thankful, wanderer, writing, writing prompt
Memories, faded, in black and white
A toddler explores, stars, in the light
Against the guardrail, inquisitive wonder
That no adult should ever plunder
Poking and pushing, to find the entrance
Standing on tiptoes, he takes his chances
Behind the tarpaulin, lies adventure
Let him be, don’t let there be censure
His imagination, must fly in the breeze
Past the circus clowns, and forest trees
And as I watch, and hope that I can see
Deep inside, I know, a piece of him, is me
Now dressed in uniform, on his arm is his lady
I am thankful for photos, of my blue jean baby
February Writing Prompts – Blue jean babies – Day 5/28
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