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

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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 December 6, 2021