Recollections

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I recall the many of nights

When all I had to talk to was

A silent moon listening attentively

While all the stars were absence

And I sat in a blanket of fogginess  

I spoke, brokenly of my heartaches

And at dawns rise, the moon and I

Parted… drenched in dewy drops

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Poet of the Light © 2021  

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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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20 thoughts on “Recollections”

  3. Impeccable work! You make melancholy seem joyful (atleast for me). The moon, the wind, the sky, they’re all so therapeutic… The dew drop symbolises a fresh new beginning. Wonderful work, friend! 👍

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  5. This is beautiful in its quiet intimacy. It’s strange how I haven’t been seeing any of your new posts on my feed, but here they are! Seems like WP’s misbehaving again.
    Hope you’re doing well, Poet!

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      1. Haha. Hopefully it’ll sort out soon. I’m still following you though. Have turned on site notifications here so I don’t miss reading new posts. I’ve been well. Thank you. Take care.

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