Spirit fires

Poet of the Light art, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, errant thoughts, heartstrings, literature, loneliness, loss of a loved one, love, memories, missing someone, poetry, poets, self-reflection, sensual, short stories February 2, 2023 1 Minute

Destiny can be cruel at times

I hate I’m left to our memories

Gifts sure to become ghosts in me

No one else could ever understand

The why’s and ways I love you

And no one could ever feel the way

You alone have touched my soul

And helped me find my truest self

Your spirit became my shelter

But now you’ve left me here alone

Now all I have is your silent shadow

And whispered words to remember

The gentle warmth of your touch

Forever etched here… on my heart

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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 February 2, 2023