09 Monday Apr 2018
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry
Yep, that’s my leg. After an ultrasound to make sure I didn’t have a blood clot, they wrapped me in a knee immobilizer, called in a prescription for an anti-inflammatory , told me to follow up with my ortho and sent me on my way.
A little back story. I’ve already had two surgeries on this knee. There is basically no cartilage left between the bones. On a high note, I can predict when it will snow and rain.
I will be MIA for a bit. I’ll try to get to comments when I can.
Have a great week ahead!
08 Sunday Apr 2018
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A palette blended
Vibrant, nature’s artistry
Painted upon soil
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07 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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Embryonic thoughts, plague the best of me
Incipient beginnings, not where I wish to be
Maturity has abandoned me, in very many ways
Passing by the hours, watch them turning into days
Hoping new beginnings, will appear with early dawn
I sit and wait, and realize, I’m really just a pawn
Of merely growing older, in a world, that likes me not
Maybe I finally did grow up, perhaps I just forgot
The Daily Post: Inchoate
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07 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, WritePhoto
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A hidden cave, the wind, a rush
Where spirits linger, under brush
Some may show themselves to you
While others share a different view
You never know when they’ll appear
Perhaps it’s just that one stray deer
Who grazes, on the leaves of green
And every flower, in between
Nonchalantly, he will walk by
Then disappear, in bushes, high
Maybe you’ll chance a stroll, go to him
Dare to be brave, go out on a limb
Fear not the company, of those spirits, light-hearted
For they guard the shelter, of the dearly departed
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06 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, #poetry, beguiling, Day 6, devious, dorindaduclos.com, dragons, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, love, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sword, writing
Runes glow, as she summons
He awakens to her mystique
He feels her heartbeat, thrumming
His eyes wide, wings spread, so sleek
He can hear her chanting, intone
Knows it is he, she beckons to her
She sits patiently, waiting, alone
His growl, now a low, rumbling purr
With the dragon sword, she shares fire
As she looks to the gods, high above
He moves closer, to quench his desire
She remains, expecting her one true love
Unafraid, she knows he approaches
She‘ll seduce him, with beguiling wiles
As the nighttime sky now encroaches
And the dragon, so deviously, smiles
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