Stars blanket

In my soul lives a body,

That’s stubbornly hunched.

A willing slave of demagogy

That can’t stand after being punched

By life.

Bitterness is a bitter mask -

My agglutinate knife;

I wish I had more questions to ask

After being punched

By life.

                                                     

Shadows are dripping

Making ink for my dreams…

In those moments, while fears are sleeping

I paint my world from dazzling figurines.

Where the world is simple

With no walking hollow souls,

Where the gypsy moon shows her dimple…

No metaphorical black holes…

Just music.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[words preferred]

Clever and real. The ending paragraph was especially creative and I like the illustration of the moon. Thank for sharing.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)

[CookieMisfit1969]

I love it. It is really hard to keep on living in this world. It's cruel and harsh. But writing can make us feel better. I love how the piece is so 3D. It's as if I'm watching a film instead of reading. Keep on standing ^.^
Beautiful writ.
-cookie-

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Cookie :)

[Emily B]

This is fantastic work. Chris sent me. Looking forward to reading more of you.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by, Emily :)

[Falcon1]

Art and great poetry at works makes me smile this day as I read your works with amazing eyes

[Anand Sehgal]

A write full of marvelous metaphors and visuals :) I loved this work .
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[Ana B.]

Thank you Anand :)

[Kibbles and Quips]

Hello, hello!

I am up late with no reason to sleep and dream, and I happened upon this poem. It rang with me, as the music, itself, began to ring and play. Truly one of those surprising euphoric moments of mind, soul, and comprehension. So, thanks for that.

If I may, I have a question. What is it you mean, when you say, "Bitterness is a bitter mask -
My agglutinate knife?"

Specifically, "agglutinate knife."

I found myself going back to that phrase a few times, which is not wholly bad. I just wonder if there might be a better way to convey this feeling, unless I am just a bumbling idiot, fumbling the point.

Either way, a remarkable piece; words, music, picture - your art - and all.

[Ana B.]

Hi Kenn, the phrase you mentioned, means more or less the fact that when you are constantly bitter and unhappy, you slash at the world so many times that you don't even realize it anymore....but this is my interpretation of it, everyone reads and sees different things ands meaning, and none of them are wrong i supppose....Thank you for the beautiful review :)

[usman]

this is awesomely weaved,the diction,the aesthetics. its just beautiful.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Usman :)

[Jacob Clifford]

The way in which this poem is presented is beautifully artistic. The music, gif, and image all create this atmosphere the blends very well with the text. The imagery (from the words, not the actual images) is striking. Very well done.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by Clifford :)

[Jes' Pi]

Wow...this is one of my kind of poems. It is really good, and the gif is very beautiful.

[Ana B.]

Thanks my dear :)

[barleygirl]

You have spun some amazingly artful ideas here! The idea of being hunched over after being punched -- such an amazing metaphor & you've spelled it out in a way that helps us feel it as well as understand it. The idea of being punched by life is a feeling that's so relatable, yet the way it unfolds in your message is quite original. Even tho I love all your imagery & metaphorical expressions, I'm not ending up with a strong understanding of your overall message here. But that's not a requirement & I like the contrast between the first & second stanzas full of imagery (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ana B.]

As ever, you are to kind. Thank you very much Margie :)