Sea and Sandstone

Follow me
To the dried up river
Let us dip our feet
Over the baked bank
Into the ovule of emptiness
And seize between our toes
Those shadows of leaves that once
Danced over the ripples
Let us row, together
Across sand and stone
With broken oar;
That desire to drown,
And linger no more, here,
But wade into the sea
Where awaits one horizon
And one thousand estuary

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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