Should I fade tonight
Into the cimmerian streets
Amidst the broken ballerinas
Tiptoeing upon the glass?
No, I am no dancer
Nor keeper of songs
But a faded adjective
Banal and long
Lost in the premise
Between the cause and the comma,
Dressed as a chatelaine
For the world and its drama
Never to be forgotten
Forever in this game
Of the way the words changes
And yet the meaning remains same.
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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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Stunningly evoked
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Wow!! This poem is an instant classic for me!
The turn (volta?) here took me by surprise for a moment, as it should, and it seemed effortless, as it always does. I am going to brood over it.
I loved the choice of words, of course. It’s gorgeous, and the opening lines are just stellar!
Thank you.
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Thank you very much 😊
Its always a pleasure to know your take on the poem. Glad you liked it 🙏
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Ma sha Allah. You write beautifully
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Lost in the premise
Between the cause and the comma,
Dressed as a chatelaine
For the world and its drama
Wow! This just so thought provoking! Loved it!!💕💕💕
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Thank you 😊
You constant support is a great motivation 👍👍👍
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My pleasure! I look forward to more of your work!!!❣❣
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