![]() poesyA Poem by AnonHimMoosewho is this shadow thay we write poems to? is it a woman? no it can't be for a woman has nothing of the constant fleeting presence that revives on her features and beautifies them as it vanishes. no it cannot be a woman yet to woman it comes to be endlessly associated, entangled with no resolution in our mind for a time, maybe never mentioned by the clock, that words came into being and all that was once read but only with due attention comprehended, rises to the mysticism of something never fully grasped, from now devoted to a moment when it will be made understandable fully graspable in its stammering use, the personified inspiration, for bringing to us, maybe only for the short time that reading takes, that veiled nature that shimmers at the corners of our embedded sight_ the forms that pleasure takes in our desire to bend it to a form that we can animate in our words.
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1 Review Added on July 14, 2019 Last Updated on July 14, 2019 Author![]() AnonHimMooseprague, Czech RepublicAbouti once believed in stories_stories are what we are made of and it is in stories that we constantly seek to make ourselves a present to be given to others_but i have lost faith in how i can be represen.. more..Writing
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