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A Poem by Ana B.

I dropped the Conscience while I was fleeing

The Celestial Temple of Cogitation.

Mind has done enough sightseeing

Of the silent Anarchy’s gestation…

Its coordinates has many doorways

And yet folks stay clear out of the Mud

But oh, the precious Humanity has always

Had its tree roots soaked in blood.


Brooks Salzwedel (Californian artist) - Unique Drawings

 

 

 

© 2017 Ana B.


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Ana B.

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Every poem of yours which I have been fortunate enough to read has a nature at it's center stage. Another nicely written poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Ana B.

5 Years Ago

Thank you for the wonderful words Anurag.
your words are so magical and touch my heart your a poetess with lots of smarts.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Last line of this is the most vivid description of mankind that I have ever read in such few words. An exceptional write.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you Jason :)
Well damn. This has a flooring intensity. That opening line just fits and it really made me smile. A pleasure as always to read your work. Layers.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you dear :)
duff

7 Years Ago

You are so welcome. My pleasure.
This is something I can relate too at times, completely. Loved it. Keep sharing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you Suhd :)
Honest and powerful words dear Ana.
"But oh, the precious Humanity has always
Had its tree roots soaked in blood."
The above lines truer than true. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you dear John :)
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You are welcome dear Ana.
Very nice. I like this poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Dwayne J. Keeves

7 Years Ago

You're welcome
Those roots always have been and always will be 'soaked in blood'. It is the nature of the beast. The idea that conscience was dropped when fleeing
'Cogitation" is intriguing, suggesting that brutality is only possible without thought.
Good write, Ana.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Thank you Ted :)
The illustration takes over here.. and directs thoughts to it, rather than your tragic words.. BUT
the journeying is so worthwhile.. your use of language is gentle-calm but alluringly exquisite. (sense?) As to the video.. oh my.. am still listening and seeing even though finished.

A tragedy made wonderful by a fine writer..

A beautiful post. Ana B.. absolutely beautiful.

Posted 7 Years Ago


emmajoy

7 Years Ago

(Was the word i misread in your reply to my review, Ana B... not the beautiful language of your poem.. read more
Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Haha i know that, thanks again Emma :)
emmajoy

7 Years Ago

Waving across the miles.. 'You're welcome!'
True, since ancient times, we have always sacrificed our humanity for the sake of advancement. History is always filled with hatred, greed and blood but from these we should learn and not repeat

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ana B.

7 Years Ago

Indeed, unfortunately, it's a never ending circle. Thank you for stopping by.
CookieMisfit1969

7 Years Ago

You're welcome anytime

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