Synthetics

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  When first a flurry of white ashes
 Appeared unexpectedly, I smiled  
 Reminiscing of our days of play  
 Midnight bedroom pillow fights
 Morning making of snow-angels
 The first snow was vanquished  
 By a glowing amberoid sphere  
 Blooming out of the near horizon
 Warmth radiated in the ambiance
 As I strolled alone these streets
 A pale shadow followed along  
 Keeping me company I suppose
 But what was most telling to me
 Was the loud absence… of you  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 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 11, 2020November 11, 2020