Forgotten Field of Forever
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For poetic expression contest sponsored by the Silent One
Dear eloquent weaver
of woes and throes,
When the last pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips between our
poignant poems,
rewritten with effervescent emotions,
remember, not every periwinkle
verse composed from pain
is in need of comprehension,
for your miraculous ink bleeds metaphors
of burning angst,
that flutters rainbow
powdered dust upon
buttercups and daisies in my poetic pen,
bestowing assonant vowels whirling as
fairies on your selfless fingertips,
along fragrant flowers
in a forgotten field of forever~
orchestrating electrifying rhapsodies,
where nylon strings
of broken silence thrum
magnetic moments of soulmates.
So, allow me to rephrase the sadness
that became my whole sky,
repaint graphite horizons,
in silver selenite reveries~
unraveling light to rewrite our tale with
crimson fire across cranberry cloud lines.
Whilst, I question the angels of
mellow mulberry twilight,
what if love was a thornless rose,
will I still splatter rushing reds of
this helpless heart
across redolent canvases?
what if lilac lilies floating across
lost lakes never forget to sprout
sonnets of sunsets?
will I see reflections of misery I’ve inflicted,
through your eyes that gleam in hints of
daunting dusks endlessly within ripples of
memories,
or would I be seeing vivid fantasies of
you and I?
What if demons that drive this vessel
change their tune?
will you still feel the vehemence of
heat streaming through blue-black
stars seeped in my
bruised veins?
If only the sun can
rhyme with the moon,
maybe, cosmos with calligraphic scriptures
of us will always sparkle~
as scintillating sapphire gems adorned
with amethyst trinkets,
amidst the darkness that
seems more promising,
when all hope is abandoned,
but faith lingers,
unbound to whats left
of our bittersweet reality,
for my soul, still sings your seraphic song,
and there’s no music nor melody
without the magical symphony
of your alluring name,
because of all the lives we lived,
this is my favorite remedy;
glazed in tangerine
temptations over iridescent tears.
Yours,
beloved inked stem
for a thousand springs and more..
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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