Tempestuous

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I stay in triage mode for safety

Tolling of the bell now readied

I meander in- out of a fogginess

Unsure of which is the clearest

Some silence, some white noise

Without distinguished patterns

I’ve nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Except being lost, sentimentally

Brokenness lays deep within me

I waffle from being wide asleep

To liken being drowsily awake

Oft I question what is upwards

While denying what is before me

What I truly seek …is a miracle

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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 8, 2021