The Cosmic Dance

If only the world would sing a better song, 

I can contemplate dancing,

In rhythm, to watch the color explode,

And the sky rain down,

black and white,

So that when I waltz across the floor,

I am no longer alone,

And no longer mad,

But just another one of those, strangers,

Who fell from heaven,

And decided to stay.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.

10 thoughts on “The Cosmic Dance”

  1. I looked at ur blog becuz of your comment on mine and found … examples of creativity for the reader as well.. your writing this way… is an example of something I had not thought of.. and inspires me:)


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