Stars blanket

Stars blanket

A Poem by Ana B.

In my soul lives a body,

That’s stubbornly hunched.

A willing slave of demagogy

That can’t stand after being punched

By life.

Bitterness is a bitter mask -

My agglutinate knife;

I wish I had more questions to ask

After being punched

By life.


                                                     

Shadows are dripping

Making ink for my dreams…

In those moments, while fears are sleeping

I paint my world from dazzling figurines.

Where the world is simple

With no walking hollow souls,

Where the gypsy moon shows her dimple…

No metaphorical black holes…


Just music.

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© 2017 Ana B.



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This is fantastic work. Chris sent me. Looking forward to reading more of you.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ana B.

1 Month Ago

Thank you for stopping by, Emily :)
Art and great poetry at works makes me smile this day as I read your works with amazing eyes

Posted 2 Months Ago


A write full of marvelous metaphors and visuals :) I loved this work .
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Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Thank you Anand :)
Hello, hello!

I am up late with no reason to sleep and dream, and I happened upon this poem. It rang with me, as the music, itself, began to ring and play. Truly one of those surprising euphoric moments of mind, soul, and comprehension. So, thanks for that.

If I may, I have a question. What is it you mean, when you say, "Bitterness is a bitter mask -
My agglutinate knife?"

Specifically, "agglutinate knife."

I found myself going back to that phrase a few times, which is not wholly bad. I just wonder if there might be a better way to convey this feeling, unless I am just a bumbling idiot, fumbling the point.

Either way, a remarkable piece; words, music, picture - your art - and all.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Hi Kenn, the phrase you mentioned, means more or less the fact that when you are constantly bitter a.. read more
this is awesomely weaved,the diction,the aesthetics. its just beautiful.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Thank you Usman :)
The way in which this poem is presented is beautifully artistic. The music, gif, and image all create this atmosphere the blends very well with the text. The imagery (from the words, not the actual images) is striking. Very well done.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Thank you for stopping by Clifford :)
Wow...this is one of my kind of poems. It is really good, and the gif is very beautiful.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

Thanks my dear :)
You have spun some amazingly artful ideas here! The idea of being hunched over after being punched -- such an amazing metaphor & you've spelled it out in a way that helps us feel it as well as understand it. The idea of being punched by life is a feeling that's so relatable, yet the way it unfolds in your message is quite original. Even tho I love all your imagery & metaphorical expressions, I'm not ending up with a strong understanding of your overall message here. But that's not a requirement & I like the contrast between the first & second stanzas full of imagery (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

As ever, you are to kind. Thank you very much Margie :)
Amazing... Just awesome...


Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

Thank you :)
The music, (as always)... Gorgeous and haunting, I stay hunched over to my very soul from the weight of the shadow ink... Seriously, that line, and, in fact, that second verse really shined through... If black tar could shine, heh... A master choice for the atmosphere, and a perfect black-hole of metaphors... Gravitationally penned...

Posted 4 Months Ago


Ana B.

4 Months Ago

Thank you for the beautiful words, Silente.
Silente

4 Months Ago

Aye, thanks for more good music... But more so, inspiration, because your turn of phrase is top-notc.. read more
Ana B.

4 Months Ago

:) I'm happy my words have such an effect, thank you again.

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