Conscientiously

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An hour before every sunset

I’ll walk to the water’s edge

The evening breeze is blowing

And daylight is slowly crashing

Temperatures have started to fall

So, I take a seat on the bench

Watch schools of shadows swim

As waves rush from here and fro

Mirrored caps of light explode

Upon a swaying watery surface

Memories play on a hazy fabric

Voices sound like floating whispers

But all I can long for in my heart

Is one more last hour… in person

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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 26, 2022

9 thoughts on “Conscientiously”

Kirsten says:

September 26, 2022 at 9:06 pm

Such a pretty piece. Thanks for sharing. 🙂 Reminds me of the many sunsets by the lake I enjoyed living in North Carolina.

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1. Poet of the Light says:
  
  September 26, 2022 at 9:12 pm
  
  Thank you, Krisyten. North Carolina huh?? I resided there near the Winston area myself.
  
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  1. Kirsten says:
    
    September 26, 2022 at 9:59 pm
    
    Oh wow small world. I lived in Winson Salem for a while then Edenton. I miss it compared to this desert I’m in now, haha.🥰
    
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  2. Poet of the Light says:
    
    September 26, 2022 at 10:07 pm
    
    Wow, small world is right. Deserts here arent my thing either. Hope to be moving further into th mountain range soon. More color and cooler weather. I miss seeing snow that stays overnight and during seasonal changes.
    
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  3. Kirsten says:
    
    September 27, 2022 at 6:19 am
    
    Nature is so captivating. Sounds beautiful. Good luck with your move. 😊
    
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  4. Poet of the Light says:
    
    September 27, 2022 at 7:25 am
    
    Thank you. I hope to return to learning to paint unique landscapes and such once I’ve moved.
    
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  5. Kirsten says:
    
    September 27, 2022 at 11:41 am
    
    That sounds lovely. 😊 You’re most welcome!
    
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Julia says:

September 27, 2022 at 5:07 am

A Most beautifully elegant poem once again. Such a joy to read. Be Blessed Always.
Julia

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1. Poet of the Light says:
  
  September 27, 2022 at 5:51 am
  
  Thank you my friend. Be blessed
  
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