Tocsin

Tocsin

A Poem by Ana B.

Midnight conversations

At the edge of the sky…

Enmeshing fascinations

For my troubled, addled mind.

 

Amused is the ubiquity

How I accidentally survived this life

                        So far.

Cause only a true zealot of obliquity

Can relish in his crime

                                  Or justify a war…

 

And how I chase the stable instability

To make up for the missing link,

Eroding the body of the moribund sensibility

With every word and breath and blink.

 

And all along there was no missing link.

The Dark Knight with his soft lips

Awaits and whispers -‘’I’m closer than you think,

But still you get to choose your personal apocalypse’’.


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© 2017 Ana B.



Author's Note

Ana B.
tocsin -(noun) an alarm bell or signal.


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Very well written and rhyming is such sweet fun I know by reading you your party has Just begun

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Being a rhyme-aholic myself, I love your sophisticated rhymes, especially using words with "-ility" sounding endings. I can relate to your 2nd stanza quite a bit, but I'm not as clear on the overall message thru-out. I always love learning new words & had never heard of "tocsin" (I thought you meant "toxin" at first!) Well, thank you for helping me try to stretch my imagination beyond my usual limitations! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ana B.

1 Month Ago

There is never a clear message with words, everyone relates in their way and read between the lines.. read more
I have no criticism (good or bad) about these words. I would compare this feeling to when I saw Apocalypse Now. It just made me think.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Okay. Thanks.
William Yasanari Harris

3 Months Ago

PS: I like to think
Ana B.

3 Months Ago

good for you :)
sadly attractive encounter of a horrifying experience and living to tell the tale with bravado you made clear in a gentle but sure tone what it means to be a survivor and a winner thank you maam

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Thank you :)
poetry-kiddo alienbaba

1 Month Ago

welcome tis true
This is so well penned. I love the cadence.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Thank you :)
Can your writing be as beautiful as you are!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

Thank you.
Spookily, (Exercise) Tocsin was also the name for the nuclear attack simulation performed by the Government of Canada. Your poetry here does creates an atmosphere of foreboding - yet creatively poignant in its powerful word format - - great write! PS the audio works brilliantly with this piece .. :-)

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

ha, i didn't know that. Thank you for the kind words dear Phill :)
Yes the world is ill divided in so many ways, some can make their fortune on others misery, while other more conscious and caring folk are left to ponder, how and why?

Beautifully penned with emotive human quality and compassion!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

Unfortunately, this is how the world works...
Thank you for stopping by Tom :)
This is the best thing I've ever read from you. It's put together almost perfectly, which is hard when using so many fancy words. It's fine line between needlessly pretentious and aptness.

Posted 4 Months Ago


T K Little

4 Months Ago

Just kind enough. Freddy f****n' Chopin may have skewed my brain's interpretation device. (I kid, i.. read more
Ana B.

4 Months Ago

yep, the magic of polish people.
T K Little

4 Months Ago

Chopin is also my second favorite vodka.
I always fancied that we can get to die in the way which most appeals or most horrifies us (the same??).
But the reality is that we are all just stop being alive and in the world. So my great, great, great hypothetical uncle Egbert was probably killed by something he may have looked upon as an 'infernal contraption' - being crushed by a steam traction engine whilst stooping to pick up a daisy; whereas I will vaporise in a thermonuclear 'poof!' (which might explain my lifelong obsession with a nuclear world war). But in reality uncle Egbert just ceased to exist as will I.
Your skill at rhyming is matched only by your ability to make the reader sit up and take notice Ana. Great stuff!


Posted 4 Months Ago


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Ana B.

4 Months Ago

Thank you my friend. I always thought that death comes when we've learned what we needed to in this .. read more

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