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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: May 19, 2025, for contest by Edward Ibeh Quote: "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself." By Rumi ********************* As the seacoast swells, I'm the ticking clock, Medusa’s buds melt wild in cosmic shock. Too vast to trace the whisper of my touch, Once shrieking in the gales I loved too much. Leverage—a lattice of force spun soft in farms, A catapult kissed from naiads and their charms. I rise beyond the sigh of earthbound tale, Folding time in saffron-sage on silence’s trail. A crown of hours hides loss's jagged edge, Each tear a fulcrum, each star a silver wedge. Leverage: the sly magician’s unseen hand, Lifting fate’s beast with a wand’s command. Crawling on bone, I trade a dream for a wink, An alchemist stirs fear in jasmine-gold ink. Weight turns to promise in twilight’s brief peace— A cog sonata in a galaxy’s creased crease. Life glows as ember script, footnoted and odd, A whispered nudge in thunder, kissed by God. One key turns inequity into a lyrical code— Leverage: the hidden root of the common node. With empathy, patience, and a poet’s dash, A cracked cup tilts, still spills its splash. The braid unwinds when a thread is pulled— And so the days dissolve, and the dark is lulled. The wrong key turns, but never fits the lock, A defiant glance becomes a harboring heart’s dock. A single word, well-timed, redirects the climb, A fulcrum set beneath the weight of rhyme. Leverage, not force, moves all without loss, Find fulcrum in chaos—smile wry at the dross. Though bent toward stillness, the shift draws near, Where regret finds voice, resentment clears. A single seed, pressed into fractured earth, By unseen hands, the coiled land finds rebirth. One life uplifted by a lever’s quiet grace, World seeks levers to lift my breathless space.
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