Glass

Sometimes all I do is look at life through the glass…

Never participating…

Always letting the days to just pass

Never anticipating…

The next dawn…

                               The next moonrise…

Breaking the law

And the beauty of a surprise…

 

Lost in wilderness

Seductively drown in innocence…

A silent witness…

A sea of indifference…

 

Set the world on fire…

Witness the journey of a drop…

Carefully destroy this empire

That our minds always tend to adopt…

 

Reviews

[RAOrourke]

Beautiful poem, the only thing I could see was ...to just pass...maybe take the to out...

[Ana B.]

thanks for stopping by.

[Daisy]

so true..... well done ana

[Ana B.]

Thank you Daisy :)

[Samaira]

You used the right words. It's a poem that makes you want to sit back and just look.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Mannat :)

[Emily]

I love the way you ended it!
Keep it up Ana!

[Ana B.]

Thank you Emily!

[R Smith]

the most gorgeous indifference i have ever seen, you made a poem out of doing nothing and watching as life passes you by, only the most creatively poetic mind could even come close to conceiving such work, guess what! that's you Ana ^_^

[Ana B.]

:) My dear friend, i'm always high spirited when i read your reviews , thank you for being who you are :)

[R Smith]

Thank you for such a compliment, ^_^

[AaronFreitas]

I loved your words in this write Ana :) I find myself doing the same thing at times and sit and observe rather than getting out and doing. Good write :)

[Ana B.]

Sadly, most of us do...thank you my dear friend for stoping by, have a gorgeous day ;)

[AaronFreitas]

Oooo love the new pic!! You should be a model :)

[Ana B.]

:) lol, thanks my dear!

[AaronFreitas]

haha hopefully brought out a smile for you :) Have a good day :)

[Ana B.]

:) it sure did, Have a wonderful day dear Aaron!

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Sometimes it feels as if you look at the world through a glass. We see so much of the world by means of different media. We don't participate no more or less than before. It's a sign of our time of course. Is this bad, I ask myself? I guess we all have to ask ourselves if that makes us less sensitive, more numb for real feelings. I once made a poem about violence you could read about in newspapers, see on the tv. It's all so unreal that we lose some of our humanity. It made me think, very inspiring poem, Ana. Thank you for sharing. :) Rudi

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the marvellous review Rudi, have a wonderful evening!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Beautiful artwork and powerful words.
"Set the world on fire…
Witness the journey of a drop…
Carefully destroy this empire
That our minds always tend to adopt…"
The above line are true and needed. Thank you Ana for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Thank you sweet John for stopping by :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ana.

[Beccy]

Interesting how the words insulate and insular, so similar in sound, can mean something so different; but to me, there is a perfect juxtaposition of those two words written into this insightful poem.

We pass from glass to air and back again with seeming ease, but in reality it is never easy.

Very much enjoyed this. Beccy.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Beccy, a most wonderful thing to say :)

[Chris]

Some people find out they can really touch "life" through the "glass" ...seems that is the only freedom they feel they have from the societal restrictions and expectations within which they survive.

[Ana B.]

very true, it depends what kind of glass are we looking through tough....transparent, impenetrable, enlarging....

[Chris]

Computer screen, tablet, smartphone.