Glossed over

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For years I stood blank, in quietness

Like a canvases left colorless

I became what as the world reflected

None of which made me a saint

 

You think you know me

When absolute truth isn’t the same

You know the glimmer you’ve seen

Glimmers, you’ll love or simply hate

 

When in tangible of all realities

Beyond your flawed capabilities

I’m everything you couldn’t see

I’m that image you never felt…in-between

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

Published by Poet of the Light

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.

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17 thoughts on “Glossed over”

  2. These words have brought some closure. I cared deeply for a fella’ who just went away. I’ve grappled with the sadness for a bit trying to rationalize, blaming myself, then just being angry at him. Poison prison for my soul. Now i understand that when i started to reach into the layers I frightened him away. These words are medicine for the broken heart. Amazing work. Obrigado.

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    1. Those who are honorable will sacrifice self, in one way, shape or form, before harming someone they love, imo. Love shouldn’t keep us prisoners when love is about freedom itself.
      Your comment was most gratifying and humbling, Thank you for your kind words.

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  7. You romanticize Heartake..I love a poem that makes me feel a feeling from reading the words..although it makes me feel sad for you, the writer, I feel it must touch anyone who reads it.

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