Ageism

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Breathtaking moments; absent

Wonderers of the world; average  

And my daydreams have waned

While hope fleeted into silence

Promised horizons; fog riddled

Colors became a dull ignorance

Life, like me, is losing meaning

In life’s envelope and surrounds         

It’s cruelty to learn our greatest

Resides ageless within our past           

To have come so far, yet so short        

In the little time, we’ve inherited     

To lose everything of any value  

After we understand…what matters

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

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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.

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15 thoughts on “Ageism”

  2. I absolutely love the in depth meaning of your poetry! Sadly after we have lost much do we see the meaning we hoped we would of seen when in the midst of it. Blessings.
    Julia

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  7. I understand this perspective and the poem hits the heart that has lost hope. I have found many different levels of the wonder on the earth – that is always right inside of me when ready to see. That has been my journey….pain and understanding and then beauty – same thing but new levels of beauty and love come with the understanding when the suffering subsides❤️💜❤️I wish for you the connection of joy with all that is on this planet and the angels watching over you🎁🌈♥️

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