I don’t want to be owned
However, in juxtaposition
I want to live love like…I belong
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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
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Nice 🙂
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Thanks.
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Very nice, I am finally catching up on posts . Hope your doing well.
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Happy to see you’re making progress. Okay seems to be doing me. I hope things are most well for you. 🙂
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Thank you, Okay it is about how I feel as well. Winter is not my favorite season.
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Winter isn’t the favorite for many but symbolically for me it is.
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It is in what way is it symbolic if you mind me asking ?
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Winter for me symbolizes the sacred season where everything that has fallen is in a renewal process, like a cocoon for a new spring of a new life.
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I can understand that. Thank you for sharing that with me.
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🙂
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