Poetry, to me, is the defiance —
Unapologetic sensationalizing of a world that is often unforgiving.
The unbridled strength and courage
To pepper meaning onto that which is deemed insignificant
With a divine poignancy.
The unmitigated desire to repurpose evanescent chaos
Parsing itself over vacant and misplaced minds.
The waking and coloring of docile and achromatic senses
The feel and touch of a lover who’s in reach but will never exist
… Lest tainted by the limitations veiling our fragile reality.
Poetry, dear reader,
Is the gentle push that a healing heart never knew it needed.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: SuperPhazed
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O.D. 
Amazing as always, OD. I so enjoy these poetry to me pieces. So relatable . Love it.💕
Thank you so much Grace ❤️
My pleasure .💕
Wonderful! You have captured the process perfectly 💖
Thank you Paula ⭐️
“The unmitigated desire to repurpose evanescent chaos” such a great line OD 👌
Thank you Bree! 🙂
Oh lord, you nailed it! At least as far as I’m concerned.
Thank you Tara ✨