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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Doggone, it is so good to have you back on here. Excellent poem!
It hurts like the dickens when those you love want, nay, demand you to change who you are for one reason or another. Doesn’t matter if such change is beneficial to all, it’s awash in rejection and feeling not good enough. That’s hard enough to deal with. Well, that’s what I picked up from this..and boy O’boy does it say a lot about me. lol
Thank you, and thinking is oft a good thing so long as it’s not that over-thinking kind of thing. If change is required to be accepted, I’ve found- the acceptance never lived up to the change I gifted.
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Doggone, it is so good to have you back on here. Excellent poem!
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Most kind of you to say that my friend. Thank you.
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Lovely ..
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Thank you much.
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Your so welcome!
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It hurts like the dickens when those you love want, nay, demand you to change who you are for one reason or another. Doesn’t matter if such change is beneficial to all, it’s awash in rejection and feeling not good enough. That’s hard enough to deal with. Well, that’s what I picked up from this..and boy O’boy does it say a lot about me. lol
Great write. Ya made me think.
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Thank you, and thinking is oft a good thing so long as it’s not that over-thinking kind of thing. If change is required to be accepted, I’ve found- the acceptance never lived up to the change I gifted.
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