Coherent Chorus of Compassion
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Written for W words contest sponsored by Constance La France
I write my thoughts
on paper,
let ink of my soul
glow, amidst the grief
I carry in echoing stillness,
for it is through words,
I’ve found healing,
my muse that wrapped
my aching skies,
unraveling
pristine poems
painted with love.
It all started on a
bitterly blurry night,
when the heat
of my art streamed~
splashed with
sizzling flavors
of sunflower sunsets
and
turquoise triggers
within woeful poems,
and I weave
letters of lentil longing
across ivory sands,
weaving a
kinder reflection,
of how
my hollow
hands were
held hostage~
grieving in a
hauntingly smoky
haze of hopelessness,
through wicked
ways of
sinister summer
warmth that ruptured
my
daffodil dreams,
like wintry coldness
drifting in hues
of
dusky darkness.
I remember
serenading hope,
to the blazing gales,
which clouded my
bones with
piercing glaciers,
of how I felt so alone
in a castle fortified
with ruined rituals
and
spine-tingling requiems,
until the universe
unwrapped your
cashmere silhouette,
to place
riveting rhymes
within
lamented lungs~
in the form
of sanguine sonnets,
as rose-colored reveries
bloom in
my irretrievably
infatuated eyes.
Maybe, karma had
a coherent chorus
for twin-flames
destined
to
cosmically merge~
as I stole the lotus moon
for you and scribbled
poetic odes
with celestial ink,
flowing as
twinkling lunar lakes.
You are the embodiment
of the inked oceans flowing
through mauve metaphors,
you watched
me rebirth as the
queen of
rosemary red runes,
whirling across gracefully green
splendors within your
secret flower garden~
luring butterflies to
waltz with swan-souls,
breathing over dandelion
seeds with
orchestrated
compassionate confessions,
softening thick ruffles
of darkness roaring
above mountains between us;
but distance means
nothing when your
mellifluous voice spirals
as a magical mirror,
guiding
me back to a
radiantly idyllic
realm of us,
where we
will twirl as one,
for this is the sacred
story of a
hypnotic heart
that sparks
amidst
frostbitten fantasies.
My love for you,
ricochets through
the glistening stars
in the deep
denim dusted night sky.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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