Illusion

a M.A.G.I.C. compilation

Do the dreams of the dead

Coincide with those of who are alive?

Is the heart filled with dread

Just as tempted as it is that full of light?

 

When the Lord of Death will come

What will be my last word?

That place where he’s coming from…

Is it better than ours, or it’s just as absurd?

 

The mirror… my personal messenger

Will carry its message through my entire life

Whether I choose to be a challenger

Or my hurricane of energy will eventually subside…

 

 

Reviews

[Terrence Chang]

Vivid visions Ana I must say. You have written it well

[Ana B.]

Thank you Terrence :)

[Mayank]

lofty words, crafted well.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Mayank.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Do the dreams of the dead
Coincide with those of who are alive?"
I believe they do. Our elders teach us how to live and in the end. We become them if we are lucky. I enjoyed the poem. Open the door to questions with many answers. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry dear Ana.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

I wonder if death is just another form of life in this case....thank you for your insight John :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I was taught. Dear Grandmother, father and brothers at waiting for me at the big Pow wow in the sky. I hope it is true. We will know one day.

[Ana B.]

I know it's true. That day will come, no matter what place we are in now.

[Vile]

So lets begin with something interesting.

"Do the dreams of the dead
Coincide with those of who are alive?"

Interesting question, I suppose. I wouldnt go as far to say as highly original, however you se your reader up with a relatively profound question. It invokes thought in your reader to draw them in with intrigue, a genuine approach I applaud.


Stanza three:

"When the Lord of Death will come
What will be my last word?
That place where he’s coming from
Is better than ours, or just as absurd?"

Im curious why you used the term "Lord" when refering to death, as if its an entity, or a thing at all. The idea of death is a simple process of deconstruction. Do you believe their is a collector of souls, or for that matter a life after?
You raise ominous, and somewhat chilling questions within this piece, resounding what people have marveled at for ages, the golden question.
Though, either this is personal or you have a gift. Because this appears personal the way you formulate the question. Hypothetically, if you are dying, perhaps it would comfort you knowing that Death is a being, an entity of his own right and he comes to claim you, so you start to wonder near the hour nigh: "What would I say? What will happen? If there is a world, or dimension beyond, will it be blissful and tranquil, or destructive and horrific like the world you are no longer apart of? You made this sound personal because its almost like someone is clinging to a notion that this isnt it, that this cant be the end of your souls life. And its almost petty, but arent we all like that? On our deathbed would we not wonder what lies ahead,if anything at all ( I say this all without basing my own opinion about death which I wont go into.)
If death is an actual being. I suppose people wonder these things while terminal or otherwise dying because they are scared, of the unknown, and in doing so they fabricate fantasies to comfort them
This person, this narrator, is afraid.


"The mirror...my personal messanger."

Now this is a line to obsess over. It's brilliant.
You managed to summarize your point of the poem with this line.
Based on what Ive gathered, this is either a suicide of someone giving up or someone simply accepting death. However that makes me second guess myself because in the following line you have
"...through my entire life".
Either you intended that or you might mean "my entire after life.
Those two lines throw me off a little bit. However, Ive seen enough to know that youre aware every word can make the slightest difference.

There is a significance to the mirror, that is festering me.
Perhaps something to pass on in death, The narrators personal message.
I digress, the mirror stumped me.

Reguardless, lovely work on this one. The end sounds almost acceptingly mournful. As if the narrator is subjected to a fate and the only thing that can hope is to be remembered in some small fashion.


"Whether I choose to be a challenger
Or my hurricane of energy will eventually subside…"

This emits acceptance, that no matter how fierce you want to be, or dignified. There is a debt we must all pay.


"That place where he’s coming from
Is better than ours, or just as absurd?"

This line I would do something with, punctuation wise. Needs a comma or something, a slight pause after the word 'from'. Or put the word 'it' after 'is'. The way it read felt unnatural and choppy.

Other than that not much to criticize on this one, well done.
Either way, I wouldnt be surprised if I was so far off from how I analyzed the piece haha. Regardless it was a good read and fun to pick at.

[Ana B.]

I am glad you liked and found the time for my writing, Thank you very much !

[ANTO]

I truly hope the next level in this game is not as absurd as this one has been dear Ana. If it is I may be beaten from the start. Only so much fight - so much energy ... getting....tired...now...


This is super Ana.

As an aside did you take the red or the blue pill?

[Ana B.]

Thank you ANTO :) My pills are violet, like the sun in the center of the earth....kidding, no pills of course :D

[ANTO]

I saw a documentary about Iron crystals the size of cities in the centre of the Earth - it was mind blowing - a Japanese scientist recreated the immense heat and pressures and the images are spectacular. :)

[ANTO]

Duh ! (its spreading) - heres the link
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-14678004

[Ana B.]

ha ha, thumbs up! i'll check it put right now, thanks :)

[Ana B.]

oh wow.....

[Daisy]

wow you are getting so awesome day by day with your poetry.... keep it up and good luck

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Daisy :)

[B]

Is the heart filled with dread ........

This is the heart of your poem

A heart going to bed for life
Filled with light or darkness

I found this poem very interesting
I never thought of What would happen to me if i were to die
So many questions i would ask myself

Am i ever really ready to leave all those people around me ..... i think that would be my question

Thanks for sharing Dear

[Ana B.]

Thank you for your insight dear :)

[R Smith]

your hurricane will never subside Ana, that place is so much better than ours, your poem raises much to think about and that's a great compliment to a writer but then you know i'll always compliment your work because its always top class writing, this work is one of your very best :)

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When death comes I can picture me saying, "please, can I just fing sleep for a while" lol I love your intensity, dear poet :)

[Ana B.]

lol, you'd be surprised how many people will say those words, thank you very much :)

[Emily]

I like the meaning!
Well done!!

[Ana B.]

Thank you Emily!