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Written for the contest " a wilderness of mirrors" by Craig Cornish 

A Wilderness of Mirrors

The sun homes scars and flames of dusk, 
           drizzling a rain of illusion, 
and you, the muse of angst~ 
tracing the cold rush of desires,
            to sear my tongue,
            to undress the silk of life,
spilling sweet poison upon the lens of lies,
in the afterglow of faded flora~
I taste copper and ashes
of a wistful love, blurred with tears,
amidst this heart, a wilderness of mirrors,
mimicking skies, restless and clouded~ 
with pale promises and silent sighs, 
illustrating ghosts of reveries, 
as fingers of the moon, greying yet tender,
like dying winds carrying crisp memories,
          press on the keys of a hazy harmony.

But will a broken soul wade through glass-soiled sands?
I feel nothing but the wilt of wild roses,
   the flow of rhymes, aching within my ink...

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Craig Cornish May 22, 2025 at 7:06 PM Bravo Dear Inky, you did this prompt truly proud - please read my blog - congrats!

CayCay Godwin May 22, 2025 at 2:39 PM Your pen flowed with glorious ink while creating this poem. Congrats on 1st place to you, and congrats to me that your placement led me here for a titillating poem fix. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Duke Beaufort April 27, 2025 at 8:57 AM IE, this has a considerable element of sadness for the character. A wilderness of mirrors strikes me as being in a place where it's difficult to sort our our own feelings. Something that could happen after a disappointment or rejection. You describe such a place very well. Smiles!!

Valsa George April 27, 2025 at 3:07 AM "I taste copper and ashes of a wistful love, blurred with tears, amidst this heart, a wilderness of mirrors, mimicking skies, restless and clouded~" The emotional scars you carry through failed love seem to haunt you day and night. The more you feel it, the more your poems become profound and emotive. Here I can hear the faint heart beats of a broken heart. This poem of ache and longing is a fine example to show how unlaboured is the flow of rhythms from your pen.

Andrea Dietrich April 26, 2025 at 8:58 PM Wow those last three three lines are amazing and tie up your poem superbly. Hope this gets you a win. These kinds of themes are always right up your alley! Sadly, not up mine.

Paige Hind April 26, 2025 at 4:55 PM Very beautiful- wispy wishes, sweetness

Sotto Poet April 26, 2025 at 2:34 PM This is surely a standout poem, dear Ink, capturing the intricacies of desire, love, and the emotional scars that remain when relationships take a long time to heal. It explores the conflict between beauty and anguish, evoking the bittersweet character of memories and desire. Words like "scars," "flames," "sweet poison," and "wilt of wild flowers" evoke powerful visual and physical impressions, heightening your emotions. Best wishes with the contest

Lin Lane April 26, 2025 at 1:47 PM That’s quite a dreary setting, Ink and multiplied when viewed in mirrored reflections. Yes. A broken soul can heal and sometimes walking through fire burns away the pain.

Joseph P. DiMino April 26, 2025 at 5:41 AM "The sun homes scars and flames of dusk, drizzling a rain of illusion," -- Not good poetry~ great poetry! Wonderful imagery throughout. If we entertain the past, we will never distance ourselves from it, allowing the past to dominate all future. Take it from one who knows intimately most of the ruts in life. Blessings my friend.

The Aura Rhymes April 26, 2025 at 5:15 AM The flow of rhymes aching within my ink …. I love the flow of this poem .. Silent sighs huh. In silence