Hailstones

Poet of the Light acceptance, art, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, heartstrings, In memory of a beloved, literature, loneliness, loss of a loved one, love, missing someone, philosophy, poetry, poets, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized December 6, 2021 1 Minute

We reside within a world

Where all things fall apart

Albeit friendships, or love

Or worse yet, our inner selves

Especially after those we love die

All our pending chances voided

And we hate feeling left behind

But even worse than that

We are helpless to change it

What has died is gone- passed

Our hearts are severely broken

A raw reality repeatedly reminds us

We’ve been too obtusely ignorant

To simply love them… in the present

Published by Poet of the Light

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 December 6, 2021