Vanities

Vanities

A Poem by Ana B.

Beauty of the strangest forms and shapes

Is following my cognizance…

In this mirror of infinite escapes

Not one is possessing confidence…

 

Unbearable attachment for the superficial

The world has drowned in it nowadays

So that dexterities are counted as inefficient

And if there is beauty, no need to look for other ways.

 

And so I ask myself looking in the mirror

Where do I stand in this charade?

Will my mind and soul be clearer?

If beauty had no color and no shade?

 

 

  

     

© 2015 Ana B.


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Beautiful artwork and description.
"And so I ask myself looking in the mirror
Where do I stand in this charade?
Will my mind and soul be clearer?
If beauty had no color and no shade?"
I like the poetry that end with question. Beauty can have color or not. Thank you dear Ana for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Thank you dear John for the sweetness.
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome Ana.
Awesome!!...you set the tone for this poem from the very beginning and didnt let it lose till the end.... great write this one

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much Anurag :)
very true Ana, the celebrity style beauty and fashion has pushed aside the mind and soul at least in the world of media highlights, our minds and souls remain unchanged regardless of colour and shade, great write Ana :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Thank you Richard for the kind and wise words :)
"Stuck in a vanity box,
gold tinted , velvet soft,
rose shaded, brilliant blue
royal and pretty,
Uncanny but true
reflections to choose from.
Which one is me,
which one is you.
Who'd ever know."--just something your beautiful poem inspired. :)



Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Very beautiful! Love it :)
Awesome work Ana! I love the way you think and the way you put it into beautiful words for an elegant piece. Good job

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Thank you Aaron, you're very kind!
Oh wow, I love this poem! The whole poem is described beautifully and also the picture too!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

thank you very much Lyndy!!
Quite an impactful point Ana B. It is a world of mass marketing: The world is drown in it nowadays: you are so right. Great writing: I love it...Dale

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

I'm glad you like it Dale :) Thank you
Confuser

9 Years Ago

You're welcome Ana:....Dale
i think the speaker's mind is quite clear here, because i see the speaker realizing that much beauty is superficial and ephemeral and inner beauty will last.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

:) well, certainly hope it will get clearer and clearer.
What value is there any longer on true talent. The artisans who pour their soul into works that will for all time lift the human spirit are being overlooked for the commodities that grace temporary beauty conveyor belt. The beauty within is being pro-actively obscured (by marketing gurus and fashion-industry hacks) in favour of the fake and artificial.
Your poem strips back the frills and reveals the true negative nature of so-called beauty in modern times, Ana.
very good writing. ;)


Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Indeed, today's bullies are concerned with moneymaking, meanwhile true piece cannot be sought with a.. read more
Splendid piece of work and thought. Elegant writing. I really became a fan of your fantastic work. Your use of vocabulary is impeccable to the least I must say. Keep posting Ana

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ana B.

9 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Terrence!

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