After ''later''

After ''later''

A Poem by Ana B.

Should I stay awake in this dream

While the thinkers harvest the Wind of Fate...

This rain of tears I feel within

Slowly feeds the ocean of this untold wait.


Mind phantoms are baffling this affair.

Me - still haven’t found the color of my breath...

Lonely hands trying to sculpt some air,

Made a beautiful castle, yet, closer to death.


And now I’m starting to miss

The dream I didn't  get to dream.







© 2019 Ana B.


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Ana B.

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First, Ana ✍

Your gorgeous artwork choices sweep me awayyy, your title tugs me in … then, the music wraps me in its ethereal melody; but, nothing of it all touches more deeply than the smooth blending of magic that wakens one's senses by the sheer virtue of your spellbinding enchantment of imagery and metaphoric word-painting upon the canvas of our intellectual, spiritual, and emotional depths of enthrallment.
To select one part over the other to highlight (for me) would be an impossibility without taking from the whole; though, I'd love the final two line to rhyme inline with the rest, perhaps:
"And, I’m starting to miss the dream
I never got to dream."
Sort of, Poe-esque … oh, but how wonderfully you pen the smoothness of syntax, rhythm, and flow, with spot-on rhymes, and pristine punctuation … you're a skilled poetess to admire and be sought after.
I feel in this a deep yearning for that which you never experienced, or is it of impending death, or is it that I simply am so unrefined its above my head?
Whatever it might be, I love the way your poetic mind, heart, and soul dance together upon the page.

Thank you ever-so gratefully, Ana, for sharing You with Us! ⁓ Richard🖌

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Wow Richard, your review left me speechless.
Your insight is quite acurate, because there are.. read more
Richard🖌

1 Year Ago

That, I shall, Ana … you as-well 😏
Perfect graceful powerful way to tell a story thru imagery (((HUGS)))

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you my dear. Hugs ))))))))))
This is a series of increasingly enigmatic lines that, when read all at once, kinda hurt my brain.

English isn't even your primary language. It's unfair that you can do this and I can't.

You're a criminally underrated writer on this site.




Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana B.

4 Years Ago

Observant. It's funny how thoughts are different depending on the language you think them in. It can.. read more
Davidgeo

4 Years Ago

Ha... personality disorder. I think most people who think for themselves will always seem to have a.. read more
Ana B.

4 Years Ago

haha, you're not wrong.Maybe people as an individual are somewhat perspicacious, if they put the ani.. read more
There a re times when fl ying skyward seems to be sole com panion when sleeping. But, then comes the waking, wanting renewal, per haps.. but find ing need is worse.. perhaps sliding away.

Beautif ully expressed as ever is, but, oh so s ad. So hope that starligh t treats you better sooner than s oon. Hugs

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana B.

4 Years Ago

Got caught up in the melancholy's dance of words...Thank you for the thoughtful review my dear ;) .. read more
emmajoy

4 Years Ago

Am here if ever .. .. ..
This is a very well written write. I liked and enjoyed this

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana B.

4 Years Ago

Thank you :))
m3lody mae

4 Years Ago

not a problem
This is an exquisite write..

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana B.

4 Years Ago

Thank you David.
feels like someone who knows they are fated to die soon, maybe of disease....the second stanza just blew me away...so beautiful...
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ana B.

4 Years Ago

It does feel that way....
Thank you very much Jacob :)

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