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Calyx of the Noosphere

Written: August 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Rob Carmack - Placed 2nd in the contest Quote“Let there be no boundaries. When you lose all sense of self, the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul” - By Rumi *********** I sipped from the calyx of core delight, a dusky elixir steeped in dopamine’s effervescent whisper— and the world, erstwhile mundane, became a chatoyant tapestry of evanescent truths. The walls sighed slightly. Not in the metaphor arena— They throbbed, aquiver, With a sapphire auric touch, each brick is a doppelgänger. of some long-lost self. My limbs, once velvety, turned to lissome vines waltzing through the horizon of lush lagoon reverie. I was hungry for meaning. but found it a chorus of voices, amorphous, shapeless, a palimpsest of pastiche and prophecy. Time fractured— a pavonine shimmering spilled across the sphere of memory. I beheld my joy, blithely besieged by the clamor of disorder, and still, it twirled. with emulous passion in the cottage of my marrow. Epiphany hard-won not as a blaring trumpet, but as an aphonic balm— a murmurous susurrus in the riparian streams of my noetic flesh I was not ontic, but rather an iconoclast. I was both an iconoclast and dear. both amort and zoetic, a rubicund speck in the celestial glow The collective noosphere surrounds it. The mind— that winding maze— offered no panacea, only a twist of insight and its evanescent brightness. I beheld my nemesis. in the mirror’s moiety: a charming crone, disheveled and tenderly smiling, Her gaze was soft with weariness. Her voice was gentle and silent. And I understood— Awareness is winnowing. a desultory dalliance with the unutterable. To behold is to dissemble. To feel is to effloresce. I emerged. not healed, but imbued— a scintilla of the sumptuous, a fleeting felicity in the halcyon hush of the waking world.
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Kauffman Avatar
August 25, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Dearest, Lasaad, from your calyx you emerge "imbued" with new life, life waking up to the newness around you with new eyes and a freshness. Your elegant words so perfectly describe this process. Congratulations on your win! Sending you blessings as you continue to explore the world after breaking out of your calyx! BTW - great descriptive word, my friend!
Ashley Avatar
August 23, 2025 at 8:32 AM
Dear Lasaad, your poetic voice is expressive and impressive creating stunning imageries and sparkling strings of alliterations. An intimate and inspiring introspective piece so artistically composed. Congratulations for your success in Rob's contest. Warmest wishes, my poet friend.. ~Susan
Woods Avatar
August 22, 2025 at 12:23 PM
Congratulations your high placement! Xo
Carmack Avatar
August 22, 2025 at 10:58 AM
"dopamine’s effervescent whisper" and "a palimpsest of pastiche and prophecy" I could go on and on. Impressive as usual. Congrats!
Rolland Avatar
August 18, 2025 at 5:08 AM
beautiful and inspiring poem, specially love images, thanks poet
Buhagiar Avatar
August 18, 2025 at 1:11 AM
There are so many beautiful phrases in this poem, a painting of emotions and perfect imagery. You're the best of the best.
George Avatar
August 17, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Wow... wow! This is simply beautiful. Your alliteration and your choice of images are so pleasing. The tone of the poem is so pleasing from start to finish- Reading this poem I too 'sipped from the calyx of core delight'. "Epiphany hard-won not as a blaring trumpet, but as an aphonic balm— a murmurous susurrus in the riparian streams of my noetic flesh" . Love these lines. Such a masterfully composed poem.
Buehler Avatar
August 17, 2025 at 5:20 PM
This is a magnificent creation, Sotto. The imagery is simply delightful! I also enjoyed this classical version of The House of the Rising Sun. Best of wishes for the contest, my friend.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
August 17, 2025 at 4:53 PM
I enjoyed the alliterative phrases gently placed within this poem. I felt like I was sharing an intimate journey with you. I especially liked 'halcyon hush.' Halcyon is one of my favorite words :-) A splendid poem, masterfully constructed, and a joy to read, Sara
Goldsmith Avatar
August 17, 2025 at 12:43 PM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Have a blessed day writing away..............
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