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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Writing this beautiful stuff is as good of a purpose as any. Glad to see the showers finally worked 😉🖤
Whispers of a poet's heart 
Writing this beautiful stuff is as good of a purpose as any. Glad to see the showers finally worked 😉🖤
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Worked… are you kidding, where do you think I’m writing from? 😉 Writing imo, is merely the utterances of a heart, only in silence.
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That is so eloquently put 😍
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In the normal moments of life
I learned a great many things
About love, even tragic sorrows
I have my moments
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Yes you do
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🙂
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She did not leave. If you look closely, you will see she never leaves. Very well-written!
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I will have to take a second look then… Thank you very much.
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You will see she is there. Maybe she just wanted some silence.
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I have looked, the reflections of her absence are now mere fragments…adrift on the watery cover like me. I must wait to be recovered…someday
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When that day comes, make sure to hold on to her more tightly.
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Ahhh to to hold on would be the same as to entrap what desire freedom to leave- at will and that’s not love, its ownership.
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What will you do then?
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Drift and await, being recovered by love another day.
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So it will last forever. If you owned her, you could have lost her.
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I own no one any more than I own a whisper that was already lost to the wind
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Did you want to hear that whisper again? Did you feel left alone when you lost the whisper? Was it as if you were watching yourself leave you?
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I was the whisperer, now I;m the darkness void of light because the light by nature has moved onward.
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Maybe your own light left you with the whisper. Do you want to catch it?
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By however do you mean?
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What comes out of the mouth is from the heart. Words or sounds. The heart is our essence.
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While I don’t disagree with you, please forgive me but I’m unsure if your point. Please explain more.
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