Midnight hands

Could’ve been a hole in the sun

Lost in the thunder’s whisper…

Following obscenities…one by one…

Till the wind in my lungs will disfigure

 

By the river I’ll walk on air

Till you count your dead  -

My insolent, internecine glare

Beautiful. Raven haired.

 

Sighs playing piano… unconcerned.

And if tomorrow earth drowns in fire

Those sighs will still play, unreserved.

Who’ll reconstruct this empire…

 

When the words are no more?

Reviews

[MsJewel]

Love the imagery and the metaphor in this well written gem Ana...and the art you chose to accompany your words is perfect. As always, a delight to read you!

Julie

[Ana B.]

Thank you, sweet Julie :)

[R Smith]

three immensely perfect stanzas and that final line:

'When the words are no more?'

absolutely stunning my dear, beautiful poetry :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the beautiful words Richard.:)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!!!
just beautiful...........and the accompanying painting complements it so well.......
brilliant poem......]
i loved it!!!
:)

[Ana B.]

Thank you Pushkar :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Very beautiful Ana. Very good imagery, metaphor. Well done. :) Rudi

[Ana B.]

Thank you Rudi :)

[Saddam]

And if tomorrow earth drowns in fire
Those sighs will still play, unreserved.

Splendid.... play with words.
Great as always.

[Ana B.]

Thanks my dear.

[B]

Once words fall
Action is on the table
Its funny

Because it all boils down to that
We have that survival instinct covered in pretty words

[Ana B.]

yes we do, don't we.....

[....................]

when diplomacy fails, war ensues but in the aftermath, when all is destroyed, who will be left to make peace?...a splendid write and great art work...

[Ana B.]

Thank you for your words FT :)

[AaronFreitas]

"Sighs playing piano… unconcerned.
And if tomorrow earth drowns in fire
Those sighs will still play, unreserved.
Who’ll reconstruct this empire…"

I love that last stanza Ana! Beautifully penned :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you Aaron :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and deep thoughts dear Ana. Left the reader with questions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Thank you for reading, dear John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Ana.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel this as war...what it seems to accomplish, and yet, you still have to count the dead sooner or later---and then we actually wonder, (like Edwin Starr sang) "what is it good for, absolutely nothing"

anyway---this is where i went with this piece....terrific personification...made this a really lively write.

j.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the wonderful words dear Jacob.