When you've walked this earth for many moons
In search of a drink from the well of souls
And in deception if front of you looms
A mirage of humanity, the seemingly quenching goal.
Though your heart may crack and bleed like parched lips,
You know to reach for the illusion might be comforting at first.
But later false friends are like a teasing sip,
And by indulging you're not consistent with the quality of thirst.
Life is filled with deceptions,
And most appear as arrogant and dysfunctional
humanoids with personal agendas. The imagery in this
reflects well the disenchantment that
accompanies the search for
genuineness and honor.
r
Quality of word 'mind-usage' is what I feel here, Hozeh, excellent alliteration, subtle or not, crack/bleed/parched and grays fuse indulgence apart. Such as:
"A mirage of humanity, the seemingly quenching goal."
'And by indulging you're not consistent with the quality of thirst.'
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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And most appear as arrogant and dysfunctional
humanoids with personal agendas. The imagery in this
reflects well the disenchantment that
accompanies the search for
genuineness and honor.
r
"A mirage of humanity, the seemingly quenching goal."
'And by indulging you're not consistent with the quality of thirst.'
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen