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A poet not a painter - 1272

" To act in a play in front of an empty theatre, surely does not evoke one's greatest performance. Human contact is imperative " ~~The Returning Poet~~

On a silken thread a purpose to be.
A woven tapestry, a prediction I see.
Declaration a pragmatist I am.
incandescent solitary ram,
Paramount core tenet is faith.
Soaring in space apparition or wraith.
In any dream unlike a lucid vision.
Trusting friendship, a provision.
Chilling icicles of Manifestation,
Earthliness all one in any nation.
Found redundant in a moral maze.
Softly threaded through a dusty haze.
Salvation looms with no ivory tower.
Almighty essence of purpose & power.
Endow feeling straight from the  heart
Countenance of friendships to start.
Pen to paper a need to belong.
Brush strokes never herald a swan song.
Innocence waiting not only for youth.
Steadfastly creating reality’s truth.
Life’s bouquet of a supportive forum.
Eloquent need for human decorum.
Secretive caverns, discrete Realms.
The depth of intrigue overwhelms.
Endangered ethics and morality.
Cosmic thoughts is it just formality?
Slivers of astral body in dreams.
Anodized pearls are the way it seems.
Obligatory, goodness explained.
No thought should be contained.
Fireflies flickering & transcending.
Belongingness never ending.
Positive energy and human need.
Faith desirable caution heed.
Human hearts fired support desired.
A oneness of minds souls conspired.
Connection of all human nature abide.
Wish peace whether or not on your side
Explaining human mortality.
Dripping with Instinct mentality,
Metaphysical dimensions,
Without human existence descension.
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Anaya Avatar
January 8, 2024 at 9:04 AM
Congratulations on your win! There was an emptiness I felt when thinking it was your last poem, like the empty theatre. "Life’s bouquet of a supportive forum. Eloquent need for human decorum" ain't it the truth, dear Wen.
Buhagiar Avatar
January 8, 2024 at 7:23 AM
Intelligent reflections in this poem. One admires such thoughts and so true how empty one feels in front of an empty theatre.
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