Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos
The pen is dry,
The ink, disappeared
The last line on the page
So imperfectly smeared
Clumsy fingers,
Gnarled and bent
No longer hold words
Forgotten lament
Countless hours wasted
All, for a couple of thoughts
Illegible, at best
Oh, but it was for naught
She poured her heart out
Every broken, shattered piece
The pain and anguish
Gave this child no release
Another place, perhaps
She may have found her way
But not in this realm of torture
She’d have to wait another day
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Beautiful 💖
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Wonderful
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thanks..😊
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Beautifully solemn. 😔
I think we always have to hope.
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“Hope is the one thing that can help us get through the darkest of times”
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Wow this was so emotional and beautiful.
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It truly is….❤
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this is so lovely ❤
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Thank you my dear….😊❤
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Well expressed and solemn flow and a voice to be heard, while tomorrow offers another opportunity to express thyself with poetry. I really enjoyed reading this!
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Beautiful words…❤
Glad you liked the poem my friend😊
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Beautifully penned down🌻
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This is moving and rings true. Sometimes one can spend countless hours for nought, as you eloquently say; and then one has to know when to simply “wait another day.” Thank you, J
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Yes it is…😊
Beautifully expressed Josna!❤
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I totally connect with this awesome piece Sophie.
Nice to meet you and thanks for the follow.
I am now following you.
I’ll see you around!🌷
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That’s so sweet of you Cindy!!❤
Thank you for the follow too!😃😃
I really loved reading your posts…💕
Happy Blogging!!
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You’re so welcome and to you as well!
So kind of you!💖🌷
You too!💖
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