Wayward

Wayward

A Poem by Ana B.
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a WRATH compilation

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Darksome words he sends me

The master of the rocks.

Tuning this day in monody,

Words faring along the infinitude’s docks…

 

When we sing quietly

About the dawns that haunt…

The night’s constant contrariety

Those stares that make us halt…

 

Are we designed for mistakes?

Running out of breath…

Maintaining the creation’s postulates

Sweetening The Architect with every death…



© 2017 Ana B.


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Great write and poetry outstanding in the ranks.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

Thank you :)
When we sing quietly
About the dawns that haunt…
The night’s constant contrariety
Those stares that make us halt
SUCH AMAZING CART OF WORDS
THE SILENCE, AN URGE TO SCREAM AND DARKNESS REFLECTED IN YOUR STUFF

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you Apoorva Singh :)
Beautiful artwork and powerful poetry. You left the reader with question.
"Are we designed for mistakes?"
I believe when we learn. No perfect person. Failure is part of learning. We are fragile creatures. Thank you Ana for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ana B.

8 Years Ago

Thank you John :)
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

You are welcome Ana.
After reading what you have posted...with these 4 verses...I do like your ability to take the reader in...I would fix this slightly by emitting "THE":

Darksome words he sends me
The master of the rocks.
Tuning this day in monody,
Words faring along the infinitude’s docks…

When we sing quietly
About the dawns that haunt…
The night’s constant contrariety
Those stares that make us halt…

Are we designed for mistakes?
Running out of breath…
Maintaining the creation’s postulates
Sweetening The Architect with every death…

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Darksome words he sends me
Master of the rocks.
Tuning this day in monody,
Words faring along infinitude’s docks…

When we sing quietly
About dawns that haunt…
Night’s constant contrariety
Those stares that make us halt…

Are we designed for mistakes?
Running out of breath…
Maintaining creation’s postulates
Sweetening Architect with every death…

But that's just my opinion...if this is the way you intended the write of the reader....claim poetic license...good to read your work...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ana B.

8 Years Ago

:) thank you for your opinion, it is welcomed.
Glen Yumang Manese

8 Years Ago

you're welcome...

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