If only I had
The mind of a mason
I could have built
A manor without a message.
Alas, here I am
Knee deep in the mud
Nipping the flowers already blossomed
In search of a new bud.
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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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Another begging a share. 🙂
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/09/09/a-writers-elegy-the-human-anvil/
Thanks again.
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Always my pleasure, thank you 👍😊
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Poignant
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Indeed my friend!
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Very enigmatically and poignantly evoked
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Thank you for your kind words my friends. Appreciate your constant support and encouragement 🙏
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You are most deservedly welcome indeed. As ever. Keep writing and keep up the great work.
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🙏 ✌️😊
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Amazingly awesome 👌
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Thank you 😊
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🤗 Welcome
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