Ocular

  Your hands are cold

  Between fire and smiling

  In this land of gold

                                   Enough bullets are firing…

The cadence of a smile

The ghost of a love…

It will take a while

Till I’ll learn to shove

                                    you away.

In this game of wit

Losing, winning

                          Is always bittersweet

It just means a new beginning…

 

Afraid of this chapter

This life written on parchment…

Looking through a refractor

Is easier than the real measurement…

                So take the telescope

                              And look up into the skies…

                              To be enveloped

                              By THOSE watchful of eyes

                                     

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[nazia]

Those watchful eyes..... what an intriguing closing line. As always your writing it beautiful and makes a distinct impression :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the wonderful words Nazia :)

[Confuser]

Ana: It is great writing: intriguing...the ending by THOSE watchful of eyes....powerful....'til I learn to "shove" you away...it is what is not said: the angry tone of the poem: we hold so much inside in relationships; the small things that add up to so much pain in the end...so creative....You are so talented and I thank you so very much...Bravo....Dale

[Ana B.]

thank you so much Dale for the wonderful words :)

[Confuser]

You're welcome dear friend: Amazing writing.....Dale

[Ana B.]

Thank you sweetie, enjoy the weekend.....though mine is a homey one because of the constant rain..yay to march...

[Confuser]

You're welcome....so sorry for the rain....but the sun will shine again!!!!

[AaronFreitas]

This is an awesome poem Ana.... I love the last stanza/3lines.... a very creative and beautiful piece. :)

[Ana B.]

thank you my friend :)

[sereenaoutloud]

another beautiful write. So take the telescope
And look up into the skies…
To be enveloped
By THOSE watchful of eyes
Love this, well done! :)

[Ana B.]

i am glad you liked it, thank you very much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. The statements meaningful and strong.
"In this game of wit
Losing, winning
Is always bittersweet"
I agree with the above lines. Thank you Ana for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Thank you John for always gifting mewith precious words.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ana.

[~]

This could be my favorite one of yours so far Ana! Love the imagery and the richness of verse!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much MS !! :)

[anne]

Afraid of this chapter
This life written on parchment…
Looking through a refractor
Is easier than the real measurement…
So take the telescope
And look up into the skies…
To be envelope
By THOSE watchful of eyes..beauty...:))

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much my dear :)