Bountiful bewilderment

It’s hard to see the rhyme in life.

The beauty of stillness, the night’s gentle sigh.

But storms have to exhale as well…

As I contemplate my handmade hell,

           Do I even want to escape?

Something’s wrong with this world.

Dipped in the abstruse sapphire

We worship the essence of all that is cold,

Somehow adding fuel to the never ending fire.

     

The darker the shadow, the brighter the light, I know.

Still can’t connect with the eternity’s flow

Endless directions, yet nowhere to go

I wish I knew what I want, and yet, I DON’T KNOW.

In the spinning emptiness that awaits

Nothing is there; just a phantom, that culminates

The ashes of past, the fire of now,

The smoke of the future - unbreakable vow.

And every other dusk, I question

The vagary of this controlled

And merciless reflection

In which I somehow asked for a role

And now I refuse to play.

How could I, when I forgot the lines?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Suhd]

Beautiful words and great messages. Bravo

[Ana B.]

Thank you :)

[barleygirl]

I love the way this artwork goes with your topsy-turvy message. I love the way things are upside down in your artwork (stars below ocean?) I remember never feeling I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, and the whole time, my life was going by pretty quickly. Your poem gives the rushed breathless sensation of how this can feel. The good news is that life often brings great things even when we are clueless what we're looking for! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Ana B.]

Thank you so much Margie, at this point in my life, I kind of feel this way....don't know where this will take me, but who does, really? Have a lovely day :)

[A.G.]

beautiful poem Ana (: very original and has a smooth flow. just lovely-thanks for sharing.
btw, like the soundtrack you added.
-Angelina

[Ana B.]

Thank you Angelina! :)

[A.G.]

(: your very welcome Ana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

memorizing the lines of life, only to eventually forget them.
this poem is about just feeling life...the good, the bad, the ugly of it...the hell on earth, the confusion of it all...and that question of why so many tend to "worship the essence of all that is cold"--

i have reached a point in life where it is easy to relate to this piece...questions never answered, so much uncertainty of where i have been and where i am now..and has life been a success or just an existence.
j.

[Ana B.]

I am still searching for the answers, sometimes before searching for the question....Is there a sense of an answer without a question?

Thank you for the beautiful, sad and lived through words, Jacob.

[Davidgeo]

There are stylistic issues I am not a huge fan of but the essence of this is quite beautiful... in an "ugly" way, a truthful way.

No one remembers the lines, or maybe no one ever knew the lines... either way, that's the essence of life - unaware but searching. (being self aware is usually painful anyway)

Well done AnaBee

[Ana B.]

AnaBee eh? That's funny.
Maybe pain is just a boundary between life as we perceive it, and the objective life, as it really is. Anyways, i think self awareness is something a healthy, rational mind should aspire to, yet pain is holding us back....i'm still exploring this idea.

Thank you for stopping by, David ;)

[Davidgeo]

Ha... no, it's not. Sorry for the bad jokes.

There were a few times when my life was in question under extreme duress, I remember all of them vividly. And that's when I truly found myself and became self aware... during and immediately after those moments. Maybe, 10 minutes all together total... but in those brief moments, when everything else was stripped away, I was pure darkness coupled with amoral viciousness. I really wish I didn't know that about myself; it affects me to this day. Self awareness can be irreversibly destabilizing.

[Ana B.]

It does sound ominous if you put it that way, however, the triviality of the '' modern'' life is not enough for me, even if i smack into a wall i guess.But then again, you had your experience that has showed you a side of existence that is unsettling, so in a way we all have our own truth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9H2tuFexkDY&t=0s&index=5

(if the link doesn't work: Drip-133 - Geg ft. Falls )

[Davidgeo]

… "handmade hell". I really love that phrase. Revisiting poems aren't usually my thing, but I really like this one.

[Ana B.]

Revisiting can be quite refreshing, especially after a long while, at least for me.
thanks for stopping by, hope life is at least not boring :)

[Davidgeo]

It's always boring these days. But anyway, I really am glad I came across this again.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

There's something definitely wrong with the world we inhabit. Or I suppose it's the fact of us forgetting our lines with the roles we've got to play which hardens the deal of life. ..
This poses questions to which we all have been seeking answers to, to no avail yet, sadly.
Nice reading you after a long time, Ana. :)

[Ana B.]

Crossroads after crossroads and life is crazy, too crazy to write sometimes :)
Thank you for the wonderful words Yumna!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Same here, ah...
You're welcome, a pleasure always (:

[Relic]

I've suffered the same predicament for years. I'm probably lost in the shadow, not knowing where to find the right light.

Nicely done, Ana.

[Ana B.]

Indeed, a familiar feeling.
Thank you for stopping by, Relic :)

[Richard M]

A lovely poem Ana. Not good at reviews, but 'The rhyme of life', the question of the ages. Your poem poses the question beautifully. Well done!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much, Richard :)