Fanciful days,

Alluring nights,


With neon city lights,

Salty breezes tease,

And trespass within,

Without warning,

Through dreamy sleeps

And wakeful hours,

She finds her days,

Are lived in thoughts,

Of days gone past,

Of a youth,

That did not last.


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K DeMers Dowdall

Karen DeMers Dowdall was born in West Hartford, Connecticut. She has lived in Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, and England. Karen has a PhD, MSN, BSN, RN in Nursing from Florida Atlantic University. “Books of every genre teach us about life, how we think, and view the world." She has written poems and little short stories since she was a child. Karen loves art, she enjoys drawing, painting in oils, pastels, colored pencils, and doing portraiture. She has also taken ballet, Jazz, and modern dance since she was three years old and owned her own dance studio.

7 thoughts on “Whimsical

  1. Me too. It is fine to reflect occasionally when in conversations but I often find myself remembering those unforgettable days; the birth of my daughters, the loved ones I’ve lost and I want to remember them.:)


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