Intersection

Intersection

A Poem by Ana B.

Let me love you in the morning

When the world is still childish

While my thoughts are still burning

with life… While I’m being selfish.

 

A lost hope is a wandering star

Waiting to be found…

When a memory is nothing but a scar

When the silence makes no sound….

 

Another woman at the horizon...

The blackest blasphemy…

And now my thoughts are full of poison

Because I know it’s not meant to be.

 

 

 

 

 


© 2015 Ana B.



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This is a very good write Ana, the first stanza is to die for - again it alone could be one of those Wise tumblr posters
- the second I felt would be more in keeping with the rest of the poem if you had kept it as personal to the narrator as you did in the first and third stanzas with perhaps, 'My lost hope ..' instead of 'A lost hope'

- the third - what can i say but 'meeeeaaaiow' lol
Cool write Ana (love that name) !!!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Ana B.

2 Years Ago

:) your words make me giddy lol, thank you for your suggestion my dear friend,
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again a beautiful write...:))

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thanks! :)
Nicely done Ana! I like these lines (Another woman at the horizon...The blackest blasphemy…) I like the every other line rhyme scheme as well. ~Sharon

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you a lot Sharon :)
You are so good with making words love each other:) honestly...
"A lost hope is a wandering star
Waiting to be found"

seriously stole the show:) awesome ana:) AA!!:P

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

haha :) lol....thanks a lot :D
I love your thought process, the imagery is beautiful... the melancholy falls like a snow flakes here.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you a lot Mayank!
Something about this feels familiar. Something about the morning feeling childish sounds like something I've heard or read before.

Very relatable poem. I liked it.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you Justin :)
Beautifully written with many emotions, opening innocently and ending miserably.

Wishing you an abundance of creativity,

With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you very much for the sweet review Carol :)
Very nice and emotion piece. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reading it.
Ahh, how hard it is to swallow it whole when we realize it is ending. To watch it coming on the horizon makes it that much worse. You have captured this very well.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you very much for saying so :)
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2 Years Ago

You are quite welcome :)
A sad ending to the story in the poem. I like the honest tone and strong ending.
"The blackest blasphemy…
And now my thoughts are full of poison
Because I know it’s not meant to be."
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry dear Ana.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you very much for stopping by John :)
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

My pleasure and you are welcome.
Love the meaning of it!
Keep it up!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thaks Emily :)

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