Pitfalls

Poet of the Light art, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, heartstrings, In memory of a beloved, literature, loneliness, loss of a loved one, love, memories, missing someone, philosophy, poetry, poets, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized December 17, 2021 1 Minute

Most of these last three weeks

Have been pretty much a blur

The weather casually changed

It tried snowing and got colder

I used to secretly welcome snow

For me, winter is a sacred season

Far too many people overlooked

I paid no attention to its occurring

Nor did I find enjoyment of flakes

Life went about its own business

While I remained mostly reluctant

My thoughts became more pensive

For the soul of my lost inspiration

Only residing now…in remembrances

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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 17, 2021