Imperfection

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 Purpose sifted into bag of dust  
 Midsummer twilight sprinkled  
 With sporadic stars and clouds  
 A watchful candle- burned out
 It’s been nearly two hours since
 I slipped off in a dreamy realm
 None of which I’ll recall later  
 Sleep is becoming burdensome  
 A luxury I can’t seem to afford
 I burn with an inner fervor, yet
 I shiver under but a thin blanket
 Charity of the lunar moonlight  
 That’s found me here somehow
 Her scent still present but absent  
 Only faint whispers of her voice  
 Remain lingering within my mind
 There’s vacant cold beside me
 Reminiscent of late fall shadows
 As the afternoon sun is falling off
 It wasn’t always like this, before
 When the promise of her words  
 Were spoken in a truthful silence  
 Of her actions, her kisses, touch  
 Now- all that is gone, she’s gone  
 And I’m left to carry on here, alone  
 With no compass guiding direction
 I- merely a heart… without an echo
 
  Poet of the Light © 2020

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If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo 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 gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, 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.

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