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 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

Published November 4, 2020