Perdu

Once I wrote a poem
The perfect one
For those who cannot read
It had, commas, at all the right, places,
And no exclamation mark!
Or operose words one does not know
Or any rhyme to ruin the bitter flow
If only I had been able to see
The invisible ink
I would never have used the poem
As a tissue paper

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. View all posts by TheHumanAnvil

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