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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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Abstemious Intentions ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

27 Friday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, short story

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One of the best parts about staying in a lovely hotel is always the Continental Breakfast. This place was no different, although they offered more than the usual fare of Danish and coffee. I made my way to the buffet, checking the hallway as I exited my room. You can’t be too careful, you know. ~M could be anywhere and I didn’t want to be caught in the elevator without backup. Coast clear, off I went.

I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t find the crew at breakfast. After the lemon debacle last night, I doubted they would even want breakfast. I had a chance to gather my thoughts and enjoy a nice cup of coffee without someone chattering in my ear. Of course, that didn’t last long at all. Mildred was the first one down. She looked green. I offered her a croissant, and I do believe she turned an even darker shade of green. Oh dear. This was not going to be a good day. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of them.

One by one, they filtered into the dining room. Cory and Fred went for dry toast, Michael grabbed a roll and some meats, and then thought twice, and joined the other two men with the dry toast. I couldn’t help but smile, watching them flop down, like they had been up all night, burning the midnight oil. I’m sure they had been up, but there was no oil involved. Penelope, as usual, was pouting, complaining to the others that they had ruined her night. She was the same shade of green as Mildred. I waited, as they got their toast, and the ladies had tea, before I laced into them about their behavior.

Walt. Where the heck was Walt? I asked the others, but they all had that confused look on their faces. No one knew where he was. I prayed he wasn’t up to his fiery deeds. I don’t think I could handle another one of those. I signaled for the bellhop, and asked if he would be so kind as to check on the gentleman in room ### (still not telling). He nodded and said he would be back soon. Upon returning, he informed me the room had not been slept in and there was no one inside. Walt’s belongings were there, but he wasn’t. This had me really worried. Could ~M have gotten to him without us knowing?

I couldn’t eat anymore, and by the looks of things, the others wanted nothing more than to get away from the food. My tirade would have to wait.  Now, not only did we have to find ~M, we also had to find Walt. I hoped we would before it was too late.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Abstemious intentions – Day 27/31

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Friday Fantasy ~ Until the Day – #poetry #mermaid

27 Friday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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Mermaid baby, little one, drift upon this silent sea

Find your place, among the waves, let the waters set you free

Let the sunlight guide you, though storm clouds threaten here

Bask in everlasting hope, knowing happiness is near

Sleep, for now, sweet baby, on a leaf, until the day

You hear the ocean call to you, tis love, it does convey

 

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#TBT ~ Mother of Pearl – #poetry

26 Thursday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT

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Asleep in the bed of an oyster’s chateau

The jewel of the ocean in illuminating glow

Pink against white against gray, simply grand

Mother of Pearl holds the sea in her hand

Dreams of the beautiful treasure she’ll grow

With one grain of sand and the waters below

Lined with nacre, layer upon layer

Mother of Pearl, iridescent purveyor

 

 

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Lemon Tarts shaped like Hearts ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

26 Thursday Jul 2018

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Before getting off the elevator, in order to find some peace, I managed to get in that we should all meet for dinner at 7PM that evening. I remembered reading earlier, as I passed the hotel restaurant, they had a special dessert on the menu, lemon tarts. From the picture, they looked like they were in the shape of hearts. How cute. I was pretty sure I would have more than one. Before and after dinner. Always eat dessert first. As a friend once told me, if you do it this way, you can never be too full for the sweets. I’d pass on a salad any day.

I was able to relax a bit before having to deal with them all again, so I drew a bath, popped in some bubbles and allowed myself to float away to nowhere. Before long, my alarm went off, and begrudgingly, I lifted myself out of the tub, grabbed a towel and made my way into the main room. I had about an hour before heading down, so I sat at the small desk and jotted down notes about what had happened so far. We had less than a week left, and we may have been a smidge closer to revealing ~M’s scheme, but not close enough for me.

I closed my room door, made sure it was locked, and made my way to the elevator, hoping I would miss the others. No such luck. They all seemed to appear at once. So we piled in and off to dinner we went. Once seated, we studied the menu and decided on our appetizers. Hey, an agent’s gotta eat to keep up with the bad guys, right? I ordered a lemon tart. Again with the faces. What is it with this group? I explained, and they all thought it was a wonderful idea. So instead of appetizers, we had dessert! Now it was the waiter who was giving me strange looks. I had to laugh.

Seven lemon tarts, yes, shaped like hearts, were brought to the table. I wanted to savor mine, so I took my sweet time nibbling away at the tangy dessert. The others ate like they hadn’t in days, and before I knew it, were ordering more tarts. Michael ordered two dozen for the table. So much for dinner. I can honestly say, after one tart, I was good for a nice steak, but not these birds. They were grabbing at the tarts. It almost looked like a food fight, with globs of lemon flying everywhere. I let them go. I had no desire to participate in this free for all. I waved for the waiter and ordered my steak. He asked about the rest, I shrugged and sent him on his way.

When they had finished their dessert, none, I mean, none, wanted to even look at food. Michael and Penelope were moaning and holding their stomachs. Mildred, Cory and Fred were asking for a glass of seltzer to calm theirs and Walt… Walt? Now where did that man go off to? I could only hope it was the men’s room. I, on the other hand, had just finished a splendid sirloin, perfectly cooked and smothered in a divine mushroom sauce. Looking around, I shook my head, got the check, and escorted them back to their rooms to recuperate. As for Walt, I still didn’t know where he was, and that worried me.

Flopping on my bed, I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Tomorrow would prove to be a hectic day. Time was running out. I had to get to ~M once and for all.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Lemon tarts shaped like hearts – Day 26/31

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Through My Darkest Hours ~ #freeverse #poetry

26 Thursday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in free verse, Poems, Poetry

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I could hear the pounding of your heartbeat

Like the pouring of the rain against this old house

Every inch, creaking, from the weight of the world

On shoulders that held more than they should

Taken in stride, as if this was your lot in this life

Never a complaint, you just went about your day

And night couldn’t come soon enough for you

Tired and weary, you had fallen fast asleep

Before I even had the chance to say thank you

For making my world a much better place to live

And this I know, as time passes, and days fade

You will always be the light that guides me

Shining within me, through my own darkest hours

 

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