Misconduct

 

 

She’s twenty three

Wondering how life should be…

Ignoring realities…

Befriending profanities…

 

If life’s full of meadows

And choice is a path…

It’s  easy to get tangled in echoes

Of  the golden age’s wrath…

 

Searching for the meadow still

Right after the devilry’s hill

Silent desperation, the driving wheel

A skillful thief , with nothing to steal

 

But when you keep being a thief

At some point ,something’s  gotta give

Right is always easier said than done

Then your poker face is fooling no one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Ana. I love your poetry.
"Searching for the meadow still
Right after the devilry’s hill
Silent desperation, the driving wheel
A skillful thief , with nothing to steal"
Where do you get your ideas. The poem create vision and wild thoughts. I liked the above lines. Left reader with place and possibilities. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Oh, but you're very kind John.....impulsive ideas from there and there...... heard a song, saw a movie....and it...clicks.....
Thank you so much for the best review :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and you are welcome Ana.

[Prashant Rajput]

amazing work...the lines kept me engaged from begining to the end,also the end is very beautiful.

[Ana B.]

Thank you , i'm glad you enjoyed it :)

[Prashant Rajput]

you are most welcome.)

[Captain Rilen]

I think I can relate having read this poem. Lovely rhyme scheme. Keep up the good work!

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by K :)