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Written: January 09, 2024 _____________________________________ Seen through a sepia scale Drab grief, of hiemal cradle mirthless, a desolate land shrouded in frozen doldrums, amid solemn ripples on threnody and sizzle akin to a gentle sway with a oneiric, susurrous tambourine wave of yore rain whistles in tune of doodles in gold and silver. Swells of silk of a hypnotic spell—origami wispy petrichor wafts! It was tender ignominious mayhem of withering earth sadly surprised amidst golden neon notes and vermilion, as stricken soil stirs. And flushes in luscious tones of singing and crystals as daffodils and clover bloom amidst webs of aurelian curls a fairy's rhapsody, let spring song rise! each seed that is still alive hope will sprout subtly, to refuel the soul from the cosmic womb. Wars will hinder any way to harmony and allegiance to nations Earth is our vast home we purport as world healers send me a melody smoother than embers we're rooted in clay as melody with thawing knack once I visualized piano tunes, each tone evoked anguish yet, our sonata is harmless paramount of my persona beyond brink of kismet we ought to sigh and cry sultry concerto In a garden labyrinth.

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Date: 1/10/2024 6:13:00 PM
Woww, this is such a thought-provoking poem, dear Sotto.. You've wisely hued some uniquely profound philosophical tones in every stanza, with much poetic gentleness.. Love your wordplay here absolutely and the vivid imagery that you've knitted.. Wars really steal our solace but wonderfully you've described the unity by saying that 'earth is our vast home'.. Also "each seed that is still alive hope will sprout subtly, to refuel the soul from the cosmic womb" Ahh, so beautifully written, love this
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Date: 1/10/2024 11:15:00 AM
Your poem takes a philosophical turn as it addresses the impact of wars and the need for harmony and allegiance to the Earth as a shared home. The plea for a melody "smoother than embers" and the recognition of humanity's roots in clay add layers of depth to the metaphorical language used throughout the poem...
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Date: 1/10/2024 4:44:00 AM
A lovely word painting--highly descriptive write my friend: let spring song rise! each seed that is still alive hope will sprout subtly...
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Date: 1/10/2024 1:46:00 AM
War is no solution. Peace would be much more desirable. I love how you play with words. A great poet.
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Date: 1/10/2024 12:01:00 AM
A garden labyrinth , so well woven about. Your brilliant use of wordplay, and metaphors to deliver thoughts is beyond impeccable! Absolutely love the flow of this too and how well you’ve expressed here. Especially love “ Swells of silk of a hypnotic spell—origami wispy petrichor wafts! It was tender ignominious mayhem” deep and so beautiful and seamless how your words flow throughout, its like any reader can get lost within those gorgeous lines. “ shrouded in frozen doldrums” just brilliant!
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Date: 1/9/2024 3:54:00 PM
Your poem resonated with me, dear Sotto. I dislike war, discord, and ongoing conflict probably because the disharmony created is not respectful of people or Mother Earth. The gift of life is so precious, and our planet is miraculous. I've never understood the 'need for conflict.' Your words described the apocalyptic nature of war: "Drab grief, of hiemal cradle mirthless, a desolate land" Your poem was powerful and moving. Have a great evening, your poetess friend in Texas, Sara
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Date: 1/9/2024 2:08:00 PM
It seems you're saying war is not glorious, and it should end... all these metaphors depict the raw true threads of war, "It was tender ignominious mayhem of withering earth sadly surprised"- so deep, we're losing something... but spring is always there. "let spring song rise! each seed that is still alive hope sprout subtly, to refuel the soul from the cosmic womb." Th beginning is also very powerful. Rain turns colors...
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