THE HUMAN ANVIL

Category: man, love, poem, poetry

  • The Outcast.

    Through you,
    My empty hands,
    I know the shape of this world.

  • Stardust

    Far too long ago,
    I stood on a bridge,
    In crowded solitude,
    Counting stardust; those city lights,
    Ignorant that it belonged,
    Each for a man and his dream,
    Limping endlessly, by alleys,
    Of censored minds.

  • MIRAGE

    I saw the man today,
    Yet had nothing to say,
    He seemed the same as ever,
    Just older everyday.
    Each day I greeted morn,
    With his form upon the tide,
    Years I saw him thus,
    With his shaggy dog beside.
    He loved that dog, I know,
    As he whispered things to it,
    Still the dog disobeyed his master,
    For he stood when told to sit.
    Once I saw them dancing,
    An hour without fail,
    Only when they stopped I concurred,
    That they were chasing each other’s tail.
    I hope I see them tomorrow,
    And all days yet to rise,
    For they give me deep solace,
    Life’s sermon from the unwise.

    I woke up today, ages ago,
    Stood up for my prayer,
    The day had dawned as usual,
    But the man was not there.
    I crossed the road in haste,
    Feeling a crippling dread,
    And stared with mute surprise,
    At the empty makeshift bed.

    I stand by my footpath,
    The night has fallen down,
    My feet hurting and sore,
    From running all round the town.
    Just when I wanted,
    To calm my weary feet,
    My dog whimpered softly,
    Demanding his hard earned treat,
    I laughed at his fallen face,
    And leaned close upon his ear,
    Saying with untamed glee,
    Secret my do hear.
    It was my mocking test,
    I have passed and you did rightly fail,
    I took you through the town,
    Chasing your own tail.