Friday Fantasy ~ Inside the Gate – #poetry – #fate

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Can you tell me, wise old sage

What lies beyond the gate?

Will I journey through them?

And tempt the hands of fate

They say you are the only one

Who can tell my future true

I am here to listen closely

To the wisdom, that is you

In the setting sun of evening

With the stars that shine so bright

I’ll wait here, in the darkness

With you, as my guiding light

I’ll stand here and I’ll wonder

If you’ll ever let me see

What it is inside the gate

That’s waiting just for me

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay

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Open Your Mind – #poetry #sunset

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

A fiery sky to soothe the night

A hint of blue, still seeks the light

Sun sets quietly, trees fade to black

Shading the green, though color lacks.

She paints the landscape, as if to please

When all she really does, is tease

Your eyes, into seeing what is always there

And yet, she knows, you’ll always stare

As darkness reigns, and she fades away

Calling an end to another day

With the majesty, she has presented thee

Simply, open your mind, and let it see

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

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Bitter Pill #2

Sarah Doughty

“But it’s time I pick up these pieces and move on.
Back to the person I was. Only wiser.”

I’ve lost another, a bitter reality that I’m just now beginning to accept. I’m not sure if there was anything that was real between us. I’m not sure if I really want to know the truth, to be honest. Of course, I’ll still be here if you ever need me, because that’s the kind of person I am. To a fault. But it’s time I pick up these pieces and move on. Start over. Back to the person I was before we first met. Only wiser.

© Sarah Doughty

Wiser, perhaps,
but still hurt.

Inspired by the song
Medicine by Daughter.

In case you missed it,
see part one here.

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Bitter Pill #1

Sarah Doughty

“You see, you were my everything.
But I honestly don’t know what I was to you.”

Here I am again, picking up the pieces of my broken heart. Another harsh lesson I’m forced to swallow. You see, you were my everything. But I honestly don’t know what I was to you. A means to an end? A nobody that could take you somewhere? I’ve put together the pieces of this fragmented puzzle, and nothing fits together like it should. And that hurts more than I care to admit.

© Sarah Doughty

It’s not easy coming to terms
with the fact that you were
so eloquently deceived.

Inspired by the song
Medicine by Daughter. Read part two here.

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Go Dog Go Café

IMG_0920Go outside and play – magical words when you’re a child – unheard as an adult.

But is it really?  Go out in the world and play.  Like playing a character in a theatrical performance or on film…we slip into characters from the moment we wake up.

And like in many superhero films and theatre, we complete the character with a mask. And like in the movies, our masks hide the real person and turn the character into something superhero-like.  Clarke Kent turns into Superman.  The message is that Clarke is not very useful until behind his Superman mask…well, he’s Superman.  I get it, I really do – who doesn’t want to be SUPER?  Who doesn’t want to be the amazingly have it all together person in real life?  It’s simply not possible – and rather boring if we’re completely honest with each other.

Not convinced you’re wearing a mask…

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Glow # WritePhoto

Keep it alive

Sue Vincentis the host of Thursday Photo Prompt


Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a frosty dawn, seen through the bare branches of trees. The sky is aflame, dappled with pink clouds, deepening to orange and gold. On the horizon is a small hill crowned with trees, behind which the sun will rise.


Looking at the dawn gives me hope

That this new day will be better than yesterday

The glow which is lighting up the sky

Says that something wondrous may happen

In the day which is going to start

If I don’t hold on to this hope, I know

My days will be bleak and dark always

It’s my hope that makes me smile

It is…

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