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.
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The honest emptiness of the stew cooking, the mail piling up, and the sheer quietness can be haunting. My thoughts go to a deserted town where the only citizens are the tumbleweeds.
is one person's journey told through short stories and poems. "She smiled defiantly, knowing her skin looked even more enticing in the moonlight." Vesna
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“There is something to be said
For those surprising select flavors
Of yesterdays we still remember” – I love this opening. And it is so true
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Yes, I firmly believe it’s true, and thank you for appreciating my words.
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I have so missed your words.
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Most kind of you to say.
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This weaving of words is breathtaking. I love it.
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Thank you my friend
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My pleasure always 🙂
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The honest emptiness of the stew cooking, the mail piling up, and the sheer quietness can be haunting. My thoughts go to a deserted town where the only citizens are the tumbleweeds.
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Yes, great parsing.
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