Wellspring

Poet of the Light art, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, errant thoughts, literature, loneliness, love, memories, missing someone, poetry, poets, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Theology, Uncategorized October 13, 2022 1 Minute

I can feel July morning breezes

Chill me to the core of my bones

As dawn’s fiery colors rise above

The horizontal plains of conscious

As default emotions break down

My heart remembers her presence

And just can’t replace the absence

The whole world wobbles around

Like some broken merry go round

Every day is the same indifference

What matters the most is lacking

On the shores of all the forgotten

And wave after wave crashes alive

Their echoes are breezes… in July

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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 October 13, 2022