Goodbye hobgoblin!
Going out with a bang was his plan,
But now he is oh so quiet.
Here lays the hobgoblin poet,
@ Glade valentine church yard,
My life now blank and peaceful,
Killed watching rainbows and missiles,
Which touched earth with beauty and destruction,
Indifferent to the suffering.
As war rages around him.
The Hobgoblin poet,
Without a bang he went out,
Died voice unheard.
But his written words,
Will be eternal,
Ready for future generations.
Who have learnt to get along.
Pivoting away from fear into self acceptance,
Leaving war to the history books.
No going out with a bang required.
© 09/11/2022 rog leach #word@thewharf.
© 22/11/2022 rog leach #the guild.
hello #dversepoetspub how are we this evening. tonight we are discussing pivotal moments in our lives. At the beginning of my journey into sharing my poetry I would hide behind a construct called the hobgoblin poet. when I grew in confidence with my sharing i decided to kill him off. this poem is how i did so standing forward to accept my own words.
perspective poetry 
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