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Poet of the Light Uncategorized November 18, 2018 1 Minute

Whispers of a poet's heart

I’ve never fallen in love with a voice

Though there were many fluent I’ve read

But I’ve fallen under their spell of words

I’ve never fallen in love with eyes

I’ve found many to be hypnotic

But I’ve fallen through their colors

I’ve never fallen in love with

The silky color of anyone’s skin

But I’ve fallen under its sweet scent

I’ve never fallen in love with lips

Whether naked or just whispering

But I’ve been hooked by their sweet taste

I can only fall in love with a soul

That reside deep in a warm heart

A heart beating its own sweet song

Answering in response…to my own

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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 18, 2018