Reflection

Reflection

A Poem by Ana B.

Pretty thoughts will always

Interest a mind

And when it finds the hidden doorways

Is there something left behind?

 

And while I drink soporose songs

Are those pretty thoughts being born?

Maybe this pretty shell indeed belongs

To the melted divinity that is worn

 

By the sighing time

While we bring ourselves on the platter

To all that we think is sublime…

Never pondering over the heart of the matter.

 

Blindly creating flinty beliefs

That couldn’t be further from truth

So that every lost heart that weeps

Is a morsel for ‘’Destiny’s’’ sweet tooth.

 

We will do anything except admit -

We’re not who we say we are.

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2017 Ana B.


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My new favorite poem of yours! I loved this so much :)!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)
"We’re not who we say we are."
Wow aint that the truth! This was such a beautiful piece! I really liked it :)
I was going to suggest a correction but I see Yumna already got it :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Kesha :)
Kesha

6 Years Ago

You are welcome, Ana! :)
"So that every lost heart that weeps
Is a morsel for ‘’Destiny’s’’ sweet tooth."

I think that would be like admitting hypocrisy of not being who we are. I feel we're just adaptable to the people around us..

I loved this. Deep and thought provoking for me. Well penned, Ana :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

Thank you sweet Yumna :)
Dr. YumnaKay

6 Years Ago

You're welcome, Ana. A pleasure always 😊
so meaningful and truthful... very nicely written.... enjoyed it... thank for sharing :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

Thank you :)
that is definitely a problem a lot of people share...maybe we just aren't sure who we actually are...maybe we are not pretending so much as trying to find our identities...

j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

you're probably right Jacob :) I do believe that we've seen hints of who we are but never stopped an.. read more
not sure we are capable of knowing who we really are..great theme to write about

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ana B.

6 Years Ago

Thank you wordman :)
 wordman

6 Years Ago

my pleasure

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