Winter whet

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There do come times I’ll question

My own sense of imperfect sanity

In part; an exercise of self-awareness

Test my own intrinsic boundaries

Of knowledge and understandment

In hopes to grow; broaden my horizons

Become more than a seedling sprout

While simultaneously seeping deeper

Silently into my own rooted native soil

I get lost in sunlight and darkness alike

I weather storms and seasonal starvation

I’ve bled when injured and healed in scars

And I nestle into my fertile broken dreams

Just before the security…of winter’s cover

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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 September 12, 2022