Long answers shortened
Spilled upon the white tar, gathering garbage,
A small hand, pitiful,
Drops from the cradle,
Pale palm; alabaster,
Raking the sodden leaves, black and gold by
The decay of time.
Does it feel the lips of sand through the heap of shedded flesh,
Or the odour of armless guests sail through the rest
Of the garbage
Gathered upon the white tar
The white tar, the white tar, a fell desert of fallen stars.

Look right at the left
Till you are left, looking right at yourself

Since when did the rhythm of words
Have escalated the flavor of form?


This age has been kind,
To the cattles
Roaming freely along the roads
As Hermes on hash and
Eyes full of fear and tear and tar
Sitting symposium on walking slow but reaching far.

The moonlight falls through the trees as trick
And bees with honey hover
Over the pink froth of crusted smiles
Their be sounds of tiny teacups
Taming thunder in her wild.

Take the napkin, sweet love
Wipe the wine that stains thy face;
The chiseled contours of constraint
Holding together the cracks of your feelings,
Lest the painter in pain find faults
In your peerless beauty of tarnished times
And burn home the truth, in whipping strokes
Of his, that reveal the bones you hide
Under the youthful peach tree
You have watered every moment
In perfected agony

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.

19 thoughts on “Inane”

  1. Your poem is the least inane of all the write-ups I have ever read here. It’s rather a very intelligently crafted verse.
    The writing is rich and exquisite (as always), the rhythm is perfect, the use of metaphors and alliterations looks so effortless! So much to learn from you!

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    1. This is one of the most affirming and inspiring feedback I have got. I am truly honored. Thank you so much. There is nothing more heartening than knowing that someone understands your work and holds it in esteem. Thank you. 😊

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      1. The honour is mine. You are a phenomenal poet! It’s my loss that I couldn’t find your work before.
        May the Almighty bless your pen more and more! 🌹😊

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