Sleep

Strange sunrise nowadays

My fibbing eyes witness

The sweet intorsion of these rays

Had my humanity grimace.

 

And lying ‘’loves’’

Yanked my soul’s memory

As I follow the crumbs

To a falsified reverie…

 

Closer to death

With each spoon of broken glass

From Life’s alphabet

I must be reading the wrong paragraphs.

 

Strange how time can mold a mind…

Shaping a beautiful vessel;

Or a perception achingly blind…

                    After all, delight and spite

 Need only one heart to nestle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Falcon1]

It's a wonderful write in spite of the
Closer to death
With each spoon of Broken Glass.

[Ana B.]

Thank you :)

[LylaCrystal]

Just three syllables: a-ma-zing. Well done! :)

~Lyla

[Ana B.]

haha Thanks! :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Lyrical and beautiful introspection. Lovely word use, rhyme, metaphor and imagery. "After all, delight and spite Need only one heart to nestle"-Excellent!

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear Annette :)

[duff]

This is beautifully done. The lines are well executed and a flow that grips. A most enjoyable read. Nice work!

[Ana B.]

Thank you duff :)

[duff]

You are very welcome. Thank you for sharing

[Weeping willow]

Beautiful emotions flow through to catch the eye.
Nicely expressed;-]

[Ana B.]

Thank you WW :)

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Ana, this is a beautiful smooth read with a hint of bitterness. The truth can become quite foggy over time and almost intangible. I love the last verse, gentle words that boom with truth. Mahalo nui for your words, it was pleasure to read. Izzy

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Izzy :)

[Chase Dylan]

I must be reading the right paragraphs, because I feel absolutely alive after reading this one... Shaped each feeling and line with delicate care... Softly penned...

[Ana B.]

haha, thank you very much Silente :)

[Chase Dylan]

You are most welcome, AB...

[sinNsincerity]

"And lying ‘’loves’’
Yanked my soul’s memory
As I follow the crumbs
To a falsified reverie…"
Ah, yes! This entire poem is on point and tugs at the viscera. hehe
Your fan David.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by, dear David :)

[Abhishek Asthana]

An absolutely amazing poem... very thoughtful and it flew very well...i applaud to you... keep writing

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the sweet sweet words Abhishek Asthana :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"Closer to death
With each spoon of broken glass
From Life’s alphabet
I must be reading the wrong paragraphs."

I loved this stanza. It does seem like reading the wrong paragraphs of life. Interesting metaphor you used here.
Beautifully soft write. I liked reading this :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Yumna :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome, Ana. A pleasure always 😊