black swan-song

There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine,
  as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~
where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts,
for there’s a p o e m ruffling through lakes of ancient runes,
  too d a r k for the blind who refuse to see beyond color,
amidst the swirl of sorcery… emanating magical wavelets of strength,
 to stand out in a world of dwelling dullness..
Remember, life goes on, with or without 
the veil of validation..
   You’re more than a silhouette on a blank page….

I see through those scratched windows 
  of your sunless eyes,
where manipulative monsters
 make a foolish king out of your soul,
whilst morals of yesterday’s 
drown in poisoned puddles 
    of contaminated cruelty.

Yet we still hope celestial roots of eden 
   would sprout through barren grains of time,
as hostile hands weave paper petunias,
 to color them in shades of shallow shadows,
which glimmer amongst salmon skies,
 enveloped in airy blue lace.

Perhaps, a touch of an empath may 
reawaken the light of life that has been 
dimmed within the fogs
  of your narcissistic ego.
Or maybe there will never be a release 
 nor a remedy to relieve your 
 lethal fangs clutching my breathless lungs,
constantly feeding me infected fruits on the   
  furnace of malevolent magnanimity.

But, I’m no longer the naive target that 
falls victim to every shimmering knife you throw,
aiming to blind me with your crystal color coated trickeries.
So take all your weapons wielded 
 of manipulative mantras~
  forged from the hells of insecurities.

I am not the mistress meant only to move 
in motions of your designed gravity.
I am earth and fire,
  more than skeleton and scent.
 I am stronger than every storm I’ve sailed through,
when sinister seas screamed in angst.

One day you’ll realize my kindness
   was never a weak vessel to be misused~
whenever your greediness finds the need to   
  steal wings for your own malicious delight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Kendrick Avatar
June 8, 2024 at 7:08 AM
Creative lines penned. Sad when we come in contact with and get involved with someone who doesn't have the right values in life, and they mess up our life/lives. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my page. I wonder if a black male swan showed up amidst a host of white swans would he be accepted. Sara K
Rodgers Avatar
May 28, 2024 at 11:33 AM
Dearest Ink Empress, The artistic imagery you crafted, from the midnight feathers of a black swan to the manipulation and resilience depicted, stirred a myriad of emotions within. Like a beacon in the darkness, your words shed light on the complexities of existence and the strength found within adversity. Such amazing and profound insights on the power we hold within ourselves. I Loved this poem because it is so empowering of the soul. A Fav!! - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Hind Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 5:02 PM
Whoa, whoa...congrats of your win; this is absolutely breathtaking, and in my favs- you have such a honest pen, dear Ink....so like your lovely soul
Fowler Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 11:07 AM
Oh Inky, this is so exquisite and moving. Congratulations! :)
Ashley Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 9:22 AM
Dear Empress, your use of imagery and metaphor is creative, dramatic, passionate, stunning. I enjoyed the empowerment of "But, I’m no longer the naive target that /falls victim to every shimmering knife you throw". Your voice grows defiant here and I enjoy the defiance that grows looming and larger over the "narcissistic ego" that is confronted with every subsequent verse building up to the grand finale, a 'break-free' realization you impose with force. Congratulations for your win in Charlotte's contest. It's a pleasure to share the podium with you my friend.. ~Susan
Dietrich Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 8:35 AM
Wow, it is so good that you wrote for Charlotte's contest. Way to go, Ink. The black swan is a great metaphor and you wove your words magically around your theme. Congrats too.
Puddifoot Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 5:42 AM
inky, you usually feature somewhere on my winners' list, and there's a lot to admire in this; some great imagery and word combos - "scratched windows of your sunless eyes" and "a poem ruffling through lakes of ancient runes" superb! i still feel you could maybe pull back a bit on some of the lines (lethal fangs clutching my breathless lungs, malevolent magnanimity etc) hope i'm not treading on your toes, i mean well, and i'd like to be able to place you higher - congrats on your win! :)
Buhagiar Avatar
May 27, 2024 at 2:02 AM
You are one of the few great poets around, and I always enjoy reading your fantastic poems. I always marvel at your diction in using exceptional contrasts with adjectives that make your alliteration so fabulous. Wonderful poetry and don't let anyone stop you.
Greenhough Avatar
May 26, 2024 at 4:24 PM
This is a powerful poem. I like it. The kind person seems to have reached her limit. Bravo to kindness and it's limits.
One Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 10:17 AM
I like your defiance against being manipulated.. . The declaration "I am not the mistress meant only to move in motions of your designed gravity" signifies a powerful rejection of being controlled and an embrace of independence. This is a stirring portrayal of resilience and self-empowerment in the face of manipulation and toxicity. Through its rich imagery, free verse structure, and powerful symbolism, it explores themes of strength, independence, and the journey towards self-realization. The emotional depth and assertive tone make it a compelling and inspiring piece, resonating with anyone who has faced and overcome adversity.
George Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 8:55 AM
Breathtaking. Those toxic lines about your muse, I love them. I'm so fascinated with toxicity when it comes to poetry and writing them, please. Hahaha. "lethal fangs clutching my breathless lungs, constantly feeding me infected fruits on the furnace of malevolent magnanimity." I dislike narcissistic behaviours and I hope they get served their karma right. Lovely piece as always, till eternity Ink.
Pandit Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 5:25 AM
Another masterpiece my friend---adorned in superb diction.--for there’s a p o e m ruffling through lakes of ancient runes, too d a r k for the blind who refuse to see beyond color---And fierce emotions speak to state of mind rejecting the status quo: --I am earth and fire, more than skeleton and scent.--as illustrated in the ending stanza.
Onpaper Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 3:27 AM
see through those scratched windows of your sunless eyes, ayayaaaa nothing in the eyes aee .. khalass no life. No season.. where manipulative monsters make a foolish king out of your soul, genius .. hahahah love that!! maybe there will never be a release nor a remedy to relieve your lethal fangs clutching my breathless lungs, I agree.. no cure ! I’m no longer the naive target that falls victim to every shimmering knife you throw amen sista! I love the strength running through this piece. Marvelous
Empress Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 3:41 AM
Lol shud i send this to a narcissist? I bet i shudnt bahah
Rhymes Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 2:39 AM
So creative . Who would have thought of black swan . So nice
Empress Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 3:52 AM
Oh thank you dahlin
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