Seek no more houses O Child
All walls are things of sorrow
Let us be orphans
A homeless light;
Neither a gift nor a cause to borrow
But a fire that awakes
On unmoored ships in the middle of the sea
And a dappled world asleep neath
Moonlight through canopy
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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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THE HUMAN ANVIL 
Wonderfully written poem. I sense the theme of “acceptance” or “calling” echoing throughout it. 🙂
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Thank you my friend for the kind words. And yes, the crux of the poem is indeed self acceptance. 😀
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Master poet.
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😊 Kind of you to say so my friend. Thanks a lot
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A wonderful poem. Beautifully and poignantly woven with a powerfully voiced narrator.
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Thank you very much 😊
Your continuous support and encouraging presence means a lot to me. 🙏🙏
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You are most welcome! We are all here to build each other up and to encourage one another. 🙂
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I couldn’t agree more with d.a.simpsonwriter’s comment!
“Powerfully voiced narrator.” Yes!
Also, can I reblog one of your poems on my site, please?
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Yes, please, it would be my honor 😊
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…agree more to*
Thank you. ☺
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