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The world showed me obscurity

And made me master of my choice.

My dream living with absolute credulity

That I know the sound of my voice…

 

That I know the flavor of the rain

That dances on the leaves…

That I’ll never have this day again….

Endlessly trying to appease

 

The sins I have as a descent

Of eons of blindness

Cause life will never be content

If you only treat it with kindness.

 

The world showed me brilliancy

And made me master of my choice.

 

Reviews

[Chris]

The flavor of your thoughts is poignant and rightly "seasoned".

[Ana B.]

Well, poignancy has its use :) Thank you Chris.

[Chris]

chuckling here ...yes, it does at that... good afternoon Ana.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the thoughts and the wisdom in the words.
"The world showed me brilliancy
And made me master of my choice."
I agree Ana. We decide our journey good or bad. I liked the above statement. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear John :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ana.

[Adam Adams]

Shorty descriptive with few wondrous words!

Liked the anticipation of "Master of choice". Profoundly written! When two spirits're infatuated with love, it's way easy to "say" everything but when it comes to "doing-s", even the love seemed to be turned around. Nice thoughts you've shaped in words!

[Ana B.]

Thank you Adams, though i don't think it has to do with love this specific poem...

[Adam Adams]

I agree. Your subject's all 'bout choices... ain't even concerned with love but whenever it comes to "Obscurity", I guess, love steps up to "Commercial" what the heart makes it to in guise of systematic or symmetric words.. as it's shown in your poetry. So.. just thought to share what I resonated outta the stuff you insightfully bled along.

[Ana B.]

Interesting insight :) thank you again Adams.

[Misery]

The world is indeed a gift dogs leave on lawns. The world will show us a thing and allow us to choose, but the choice is really a dilemma, because whatever we choose will bring some form of harm to us.
I love this intricate poet, Ana. It begins and ends with the 'big picture' and is seasoned in the middle with the little pictures that link our days into lifetimes. Your Muse has been busy, yes?

[Ana B.]

:) yes, mu muse is wandering in far lands these days....thank you Kevin.

[Misery]

My pleasure, dear poet.

[emmajoy]

To use a quote, To choose or not to choose, that is the question.. And so it is with life, to veer safely or blindly, to adventure or to ignore the safety of home. Freedom of mind and flight is a gift, to make one's own choice is... more than.

Such finely placed words, such super-wise content.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by Emma :)

[emmajoy]

You're welcome, Ana.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are all masters of our own choices, and sometimes victims of those choices, but i will treat each choice with as much kindness as possible...easier to sleep at night that way...

nicely expressed, and good to read you again...you have been absent.

j.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Jacob, i appreciate you noticing my attendance here :)

[sinNsincerity]

Wittily written Ana, I love how you attacked this with such force!
Personally, I feel that I am defined by the choices I make in the moments presented to me and it does have to be masted. To be put in a spotlight that'll display my integrity and true greatness...

[Ana B.]

I think we are all defined by what we do and what is good and bad for us....thank you for stopping by SiS :)