
What you do
And you don’t
Are both the same
Is this a question
Posed as answer
Or life
Laid as game
An ageless existence awaits
Without eyelids
Beyond sound
Sans shape
Or a source of sense
Where nothing is preached
Except
This
This
This…
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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.
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You truly are a gifted poet! 🌸
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Thank you very much. I am truly glad and humbled to know you think so✌️😊
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An excellent lyrical pholosophical piece on an enigmatic photographic scene
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Thank you 😊 as always my friend. Your comments are a pleasure.
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You are most welcome
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