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.
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4 thoughts on “Lemonaid”
‘And I’m left feeling the aches and pains of my fabric’ Feel this! Brilliant work! 🙌
Masterful verses! The ending says so much to me. Our heart’s ultimate strength lies just below the surface. Others cannot see it, but we experience it.
is one person's journey told through short stories and poems. "She smiled defiantly, knowing her skin looked even more enticing in the moonlight." Vesna
‘And I’m left feeling the aches and pains of my fabric’ Feel this! Brilliant work! 🙌
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Thank you. I appreciate all your comments.
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Masterful verses! The ending says so much to me. Our heart’s ultimate strength lies just below the surface. Others cannot see it, but we experience it.
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Absolutely, the true treasure is hidden below the surface just like lemon juice messages. 😉
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