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
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Poet of the Light
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poetofthelight5@gmail.com / I just hope to move your humanity and soul simultaneously, so that you'll notice long enough to ponder- love. I hope to steal not only your breath but your time in connection as mortal beings during limited time and vivid space. I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper what it feels like or needs to say, as I serve merely as its publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its reading, feeling witnesses, and followers of each utterance. What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond kindly and in kind to them with an honest "Thank you!" openly or in a private conversations should you choose reach out. Feel free to contact me if you so wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com View all posts by Poet of the Light
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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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