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.
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Thank you much for reading and commenting and yes, many memories do act in this way. For me, I think the cruelty aspect is predicated on the depth of love in which they were created…or in some cases, seared into our minds by devastation.
oh man. It guts you…
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Well hey there Tara. Thank you dearly for your raw and honest review.
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um, okay…
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Beautifully said, love that ending!
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Thank you much. Glad you enjoyed it so well.
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♥️
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Oh! Pretty amazing!
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Thank you much Mermaid. I know I can always count on your amazing comments. 🙂
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This is so perfectly put:
Memories- ought to be called cruelty
when they plague you like a disease.
Because, some memories are like that.
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Thank you much for reading and commenting and yes, many memories do act in this way. For me, I think the cruelty aspect is predicated on the depth of love in which they were created…or in some cases, seared into our minds by devastation.
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I know what you mean, and you put it into words so well.
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🖤
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Longing for the lost love well its just deeply painful.. ❤
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Yes, it can be. Thank you
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