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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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#TBT ~ Paint With Ink

01 Thursday Sep 2016

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

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#poetry, #TBT, artist, canvas, dorindaduclos.com, ink, Night Owl Poetry, paper, poems, poetry, Throwback Thursday, writing, written

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I am an artist

Whose paintbrush

Flows with the ink

Of pictures written

On a canvas bare

Letters in perfect symmetry

Romancing the palette

A portrait in verse

 

 

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My thanks

18 Thursday Aug 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Thoughts

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caretaker, Exhausted, reading, taking a breaK, writing

Hello, Friends,

As most of you know, I have been caring for my mom the past two weeks.  I get the chance to write when my daughter kicks me up to my office 🙂  Lately, the words aren’t there, as exhaustion has all but taken over the day to day.  I am trying to read as many of you as I can, but I’m finding that a bit overwhelming as well.  I so miss all of you and your beautiful words.  It will be weeks until I am able to come back on a regular basis, but I know you’ll all still be here.

Thank you to everyone who commented and personally messaged me about Mom.  Your support through all things simply amazes me and I love you all for it.  And thank you for continuing to read my somewhat sporadic poems.  This really is a great family ❤

Until then,

❤ Dorinda

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Let the Ink Dry

21 Thursday Jul 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, candlelight, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, pages, poems, sleepy, writing

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I could stay up for hours

Continue to write

But the candlelight dims

Above the pages, once white

Welcoming darkness, shadows in the room

Tell me it’s time

To put down my plume

Let the ink dry

In the still of the night

Til once again I return

With morning’s fire light

 

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Visitor (the finale)

01 Friday Jul 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy

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#poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, hauntings, Night Owl Poetry, short story, the finale, The Visitor, writing

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It was the morning of the spring festival. The townsfolk were scurrying about, going house to house, sharing freshly baked goods, hand woven crafts, all in preparation of the day ahead. The spring festival was a huge event for the small town, at times bringing strangers from nearby lands. The women enjoyed this, selling their goods, bringing money into the family otherwise not available. They felt rich, able to relish the short time they actually felt like they were royals, too.

Timothy and his father were out back, tending to the horses, making sure the wagon was set to make the short trip into the center of town. A sudden jolt frightened the horses, and Timothy had to fight to keep them calm. His father had a strange look on his face, and as Timothy tried to recall when he had seen it before, he gravely remembered. The day Jocelyne died. She was there. He couldn’t see her, but he felt her presence, much like the horses did, which explained why they became agitated. His father tried to shield Timothy, knowing what would come next, but he couldn’t hold her, couldn’t stop Jocelyne’s wrath.

In an instant, she reached out and touched him, then he was gone. Timothy no longer stood there. Only a vacant space, dusted with ashes, remained. Mason Dupont screamed as men and women ran from everywhere, but not toward him. They were running away from where he stood. He looked frantically about, realizing he had been left standing there, alone. Even his wife would not come near him. They knew, they all knew. Mason’s mistake had come back to haunt him. As the man who ordered Jocelyne’s execution, he was the one responsible for not only her death, but the death of her unborn son.

With howling laughter, she made her final flight through the town that had discarded her so many years ago. And in the fog of night, when the mists eerily cover the grounds of the graveyard, in the quiet stillness, you can hear the gentle song of a mother’s lullaby.

 

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Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Visitor (part five)

24 Friday Jun 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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Now approaching his 10th year, he couldn’t stay away, finding himself walking home from school, making sure he crossed her path. He was always an inquisitive child but there was a pull, a sensation his young mind could not explain and dare not ever speak of, for the town would think him mad. Instead, he would brush off her headstone, then be on his way. And she watched, always watched, as he would disappear around the tall oak, and she smiled to herself. Yes, she had him, a promise she kept for herself. One Timothy’s father thought was long forgotten. One Jocelyne would never forget.

As winter waned and the promise of spring approached, the once snow crusted marker was again uncovered, this time by the warmth of the sun. Yet, there was no warmth here. For here, on this land filled with nobody’s, she waited for the right time, that perfect moment, to leave her final mark…

The finale: next Friday…


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Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

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