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Do you remember the time
When you used to sing to me?
How every word pierced my soul?
How every note pulled the strings of my heart?
How your melody lingered on for ever?
Do you remember the time
When I would close my eyes
And drown in your soulful voice?
The days would pass by in humming
The nights would feel so short
Do you remember the time
When you transported me to another land?
Somewhere between space and heaven
Merely with your graceful tone
Do you remember the time
When you made me feel my heart-beats?
How you made my heart sing with you
When we had a loving duet?
Do you remember the time
When you used to sing to me?
Do you remember the time When you used to sing to me? How every word pierced my soul? How every note pulled the strings of my heart? How your melody lingered on for ever? Do you remember the time W…
“And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
~William Shakespeare
Rowing Practice
Friends
Night Market
“I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.”
~ Maya Angelou
Adventure Awaits
Morning Commute II
Girl Power
Resist
“Above all, be the heroine of your life. Not the victim.”
~ Nora Ephron
Love My Job
Ready to Fish
Market Day
Sisters
“It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”
~Maya Angelou
Joy
Connected
Power Move
International Women’s Day inspired me for this series.
She found serenity, when she took the stage
With each graceful move, she would disengage
Lost to the dance, alone, no one else included
Caught up in the music, her world, so secluded
From all that had happened, and all that will
With a simple pirouette, and such elegant skill
She glided across the floor, a Prima Ballerina
Reminded them all, of the goddess, Athena
The eyes of those, who watched, and stared
Knew her beauty, could never be compared
They fell for her, she never paid them any mind
She created pandemonium, of a different kind
March Writing Prompts – Pandemonium of a new kind – Day 9/31
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
Some days I feel young
I feel like calling everyone I’ve ever met
And just rejoicing!
I feel like kissing perfect strangers on hairy and smooth cheeks!
I feel like loving everything I’ve been through
And all I’ve become!
Look out the window and my grudges burn
In the friendly sun;
I wanna dance to the music,
Today louder than frustration,
Because tomorrow may not be so.
The principle here is that the new generation owes a measure of thanks to every member of the previous generation. Our elders planted fields and fought in wars; they advanced the arts and sciences, and generally made sacrifices on our behalf. So by their efforts, however humble, they have earned a measure of our gratitude and respect.
~Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow
The Reluctant Poet 