Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry.
.
It is not
a song
from my soul.
.
It is not
a yearning
cry for help.
.
It is not
the burning
of desire.
.
It is not
a statement
of intent.
.
It is not
secretly
about you.
.
It is not
how I feel
right now.
.
Sometimes
my poetry
is just poetry..
A jumble
of words
I strung
untidily
together.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a few years ago. Still true. Except for the countless times when it is not just poetry.
Art by Victor Bauer
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
~M
April 1, 2022 at 5:31 pm
And that’s the mystery of it. Nobody ever truly knows what a poet is really meaning at any given time. I can be having the best week ever and post a really sad poem, or have the worst week ever, and post things about love, happiness and all things cheery. It’s just fun to post random poems at odd times. I always look forward to whatever you write. Have a wonderful weekend. ☀️🌈💛
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Romantic Dominant
April 1, 2022 at 10:07 pm
Indeed it is so. We wear such defensive masks at times. And thank you. You are too kind. And you.
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~M
April 1, 2022 at 11:57 pm
Thank you, RD. We certainly do… keep smiling 😉
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Romantic Dominant
April 2, 2022 at 11:00 am
Oh, I do. Smiles.
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Sharla Lemelin
April 1, 2022 at 11:29 pm
I love this …
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Romantic Dominant
April 2, 2022 at 11:00 am
Smiles. Glad. Thank you.
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thereluctantpoet
April 2, 2022 at 11:40 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and Enjoy This!!!!
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Romantic Dominant
April 2, 2022 at 5:37 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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Madamchryzl
April 4, 2022 at 11:06 am
🖤
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Romantic Dominant
April 4, 2022 at 1:26 pm
Smiles
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