Designated

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Where- do I run away to now?

My known safe haven- is gone

We’ve been each other’s North’s

Beaming bright despite distance

But never better, when together

My heart lost- entangled in itself  

Like an obscure slow drifting fog

Subjugated to any wispy current

I am blind and stars don’t speak

Not to my heart or its inner pain       

I pray heaven bestows me mercy    

For not having courage nor notion

To utter thee any farewell by me                      

Letting go is too much… already

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Love Daddy,

a/k/a Poet of the Light © 2021

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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.

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23 thoughts on “Designated”

  8. I thought you were writing of romantic love until the last line…ah, that was a killer.
    I’ve seen it often–a couple separates, and so many, many times the children separate as well, gravitating to one parent or the other, and in nearly all cases, it’s the father that suffers. It shouldn’t be that way.
    I know some of your poems originate from personal experience, and some do not; If it’s the former, I hope you find peace with it.

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