It’s over
the flicker of hope
extinguished
by a gasping breath
exhaled too soon
thru a premature grin
The hollows of a hearth
cold and silent
broken darkness
all is as it was, again
Normalcy for me…lives on
Poet of the Light © 2019
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Poet of the Light
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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
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Whispers of a poet's heart 
I could hear a sigh in these words. When the hearth grows cold and hollow it is truly done. This piece is wrapped in heavy atmosphere.
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Such is winter long…awaiting springs rebirth. Thank your for keen reading and comment.
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Yes, Winter is slow to move as Spring is somewhere beyond the horizon. You are kindly welcome.
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That coldness..ah! Hugs to you.
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Thank you, hug welcomed.
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I don’t know if you’ve ever been with someone when they died, but you perfectly described it.
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Thank you most kindly. A piece of ourselves always dies with them just a s a piece of them always lives with us.
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That was beautiful!
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