A day

And once more, the Sun shines,

Carefully arranging my dream in 10 preludes

Gifting wings to a ruminative mind

And substance to those bohemian moods…

 

Escaped again

From this psychological earthquake

So habitual in this land of man

That is unceasingly eager to partake

 

In foreign fantasies.

What else is new though…

Always fond of tragedies

 Those quaint souls aglow…

 

… I wonder how long have  I stayed

In this lovely, transcendental rain…

10 preludes till that dream will fade

And once more, the Moon will shine again.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[zaisham9393]

This one is awesome Ana.Thank you for sharing :)!

[Ana B.]

Thank you Z :)

[zaisham9393]

You are welcome :)!

[Tony Jordan]

Jesus the image nearly set off my ASMR - totally hypnotic and transcending.
You certainly did fly here and thankfully we got to go with you.
class !

[Ana B.]

:) thank you my friend, glad i haven't lost the touch :D

[J Todd Underhill]

Well done. Love your work! My favorite lines "Escaped again
From this psychological earthquake"

Well done!

If you are interested I do a poetry podcast for poetry www.facebook.com/coffeewithunderhill

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much JT :)

[Asante]

Excellent work, Ana.

That last stanza struck a major chord with me. Perhaps, bad occurrences are as inevitable as nightfall to an earth that orbits.

This piece puts me in thought, but for good reason. :) Again, stellar work. I really enjoyed this one.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the beautiful review A :)

[Asante]

Always a pleasure, Ana. I enjoy your work. :)

[Ana B.]

The feeling is mutual :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and this makes me ponder something...how many psychological earthquakes can we survive?
and really, are we built strongly enough to ward them off---and move on without emotional shock that is too much for us survive.

j.

[Ana B.]

I suppose we are exactly as strong as many psychological earthquakes we fall into. My mom always says that fate will never trial me with something that i cannot bear. Sometimes i agree...sometimes i dont...as Plato said: '' Only the dead have seen the end of war.'' se i guess we're still in the battlefield...thank you for pausing here dear Jacob.