Dream goddess

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  Oh how you move my soul
 like the sun does to morning  
 bloom, damp from nightly dew  
 
  I stretch and bend in the long  
 days waiting for you to take  
 notice of me, pluck me away
 
 Oh how I crave to clothe you  
 with my scent, my colorfulness
 my last bit of essence- in life  
 
  Thou art the bare moon that  
 cradles me in her luminous
 bosom like a child does...love
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020

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I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart. 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. 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

Published November 4, 2020