Dreamers and angels

Poet of the Light acceptance, art, creative writing, Desire, emotions, heartstrings, literature, loneliness, love, poetry, poets, self-discovery, self-reflection, short stories, Uncategorized November 7, 2020 1 Minute

 

 In a midmorning meadow  
 I sat quietly watching  
 A zephyr toying with a leaf  
 Until it tired, and moved on
 The leaf fell asleep, basking  
 The sun-rays gleamed colorfully  
 Off the slow moving waterway  
 Then I saw butterflies dancing  
 On imaginary notes of songs  
 That randomly play in my mind
 And I suddenly... thought of you
 
 
 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 7, 2020