Meditation

Stepped into the dream, hesitancy at my side,

Sharing the dark with my fears…

Waiting for the silent passing of the tide

That washed away those wasted years.

 

The sound of water - unspoken hope

That carved the shape of the emptiness…

That made one’s life into a quote

And fed the starving weariness,

 

And now, I walk in empty halls.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A deeply reflective poem which made this reader feel the emptiness left by what appears to be a relationship which sucked the life from the poet. I would have been standing there on tip toe hesitating to revisit. Walks quietly away. An excellent write.

Chris

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the beautiful words dear Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

My pleasure. I haven't read you for a while Ana.

[Ana B.]

Indeed, I am not sure why I am not writing. Was going through my poems and I forgot how much I enjoyed doing it. Thanks for stopping by :)

[Chris Shaw]

Pick up your pen:))

[Ana B.]

I did, and posted it just now :)

[Chris Shaw]

: ................... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

The words gentle, honest and true.
"Age is a strange thing…
Seemingly homodox
But look at the wine and milk
And find out where fate dissolves"
The above lines stood out to me. You made the reader ponder many things. Thank you dear Ana for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Hey John, thanks for stopping by))) Although I believe these lines are from another poem of mine :D

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Ana and you are welcome.

[Vile]

It's been some time since I've read your writing. You haven't lost your touch.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for saying so :)

[emmajoy]

' The sound of water - unspoken hope - That carved the shape of the emptiness… - That made one’s life into a quote.. '

For me those are the words you might have kept hidden. There's pain, there's reflection. And, only the sound of your own footsteps. Your poem and those lyrics are haunting reminders of how it is to want more but know you'll only hear what you want to remember.. alone. Perhaps.

Superb sadness. Ana.

[Ana B.]

Hi Emma! Yes, this weeks have been full of sadness for me....it reflects through my words. Thank you for your gentleness and for stopping by. Hugs!!

[emmajoy]

Hugs exchanged as have for a while, Ana.

[emmajoy]

So hope things are better for you.. ..

[Ana B.]

They are Emma, thank you. Hugs!!

[Relic]

I've been listening to the other version of this song along with Fuel to the fire from Agnes Obel for months.

My interpretation is a little wierd but between the song and the poem I get the feeling that someone has caused emptiness and perhaps suppression and only they can repair it all. This causes self-interpretation - or reflection - to be skewed and self depreciating. The poem itself is excellent and for me, adds to the theme.

[Ana B.]

I love Agnes Obel, she inspired a lot of my earlier writings)))) I always leave interpretation to the reader, thank you very much for the words Relic :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem really got me...maybe as poets our lives will come down to one particular line we wrote.
That one line that reflects us the best...oh, to be summed up on one line...and entire life.
Now that is capsulation at its best.
j.

[Ana B.]

Seems to me that to summon that one line, we have to harvest many years and truths....Thank you for stopping by Jacob :)