Bardism

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… and oh, what a foolish simpleton my heart has create me as. The slight bit of attention by her, solidified my demise. She must’ve been laughing up a storm as I poured out my poetic heart. I allowed myself to become an emotional yo-yo, to be toyed with. Thinking I was relating on a personal and emotional level but discovering nothing could’ve been further from reality. Another scar, broken trust shattered and now bleeding from a torn heart. I’m a poet, cursed to never learn from the pain, inflicted silently by another. Its time for me to meander back into the cold heart of…silent misery.

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I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published November 11, 2018November 11, 2018