Conventional magic

Poet of the Light acceptance, art, break-ups, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, excerpts, Fiction, heartache, heartstrings, literature, loneliness, love, philosophy, poetry, poets, saying goodbye, self-discovery, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized November 16, 2020 1 Minute

 When forever, slips away  
 In love and everything  
 We’re left, as a broken mess
 And nothing more to believe in  
 
 My heart has been shattered  
 A time or two, and too often  
 When all that really mattered
 Left me behind, unapologetically  
 
 Since when does love require  
 Loving self first, above all others  
 And since when does forever  
 Only last a little more than a day
 
 I find it eerie these days, we only see  
 Love as blame…for broken dreams
 
 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 16, 2020