If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo 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 gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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Beautiful poem. I think too often people who are most worthy of love are drawn to the wrong lovers, the ones who are forever unavailable. It seems that those lovers can’t handle being loved and can only mislead and pretend.
Whispers of a poet's heart 
Poignant!
Really beautiful.
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I’m happy it found your appreciation my friend. Thank you.
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This made me feel like floating away on a sea of tranquil melancholy. Is that even a thing?
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I really don’t know but should I find out, I’ll use one bottle and toss you a note. 😉
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I’ll be waiting for that bottle to wash up on my shores.
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Well lacking a good sense of direction, (yes a man just admitted that in writing) don’t be surprised if its the bottle I’m sailing away in. 🙂
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Hahahaha that was funny 😂😂
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Hahahahaha that was so funny 😂😂
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I enjoyed the visual images this poem brings out. Nearly all of us have felt like bottled ships (effective metaphor) at least once.
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Yes, I think its relatable to some of us. Thank you.
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Beautiful poem. I think too often people who are most worthy of love are drawn to the wrong lovers, the ones who are forever unavailable. It seems that those lovers can’t handle being loved and can only mislead and pretend.
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Yes, I do agree with you.
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