Musingly

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nearing the prismatic promise of dawn

lapping waves erase, all my barefoot prints

I try to accumulate myself to a fallen log

as a single gust of wind breaks from a summit

and ghostly swoops downwardly unseen

in its precipitously decent over quiet fauna

becoming permeated with fresh jasmine scent

stirring dust in its wake from sleepy leaves

while it keenly glides through a meadow way

holding enough presence to whirl around me

as I sit alone resembling fog on a waters edge

pretending briefly behind my closed eyes

it was your long missed embrace…once again

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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 March 21, 2019