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written for Unseeking Seeker:

"cravings of form consumed me

oh how I wished to be free

although organic form is but dust

I am torn between divine love and lust

so as to become self-aware

I decided to stagnate nowhere

releasing each impulse as soon it arose
remaining vibrant in blissful repose" Unseeking Seeker....

 

O to be the humble horizon that slumbers in restlessness, I grieve not for the magnolias that withered amidst cruel claws of chaotic cravings. I weep for the serene wildflower whispers that once upon a blood moon were lost in the eclipsed shadows. And when satellite sapphires flare with psychedelic streaks, I reminisce about the nights when stars scattered across the cursive cerulean, mirroring how my heart was engrossed in steel and silver, etched from egoistic eagerness, entangled in chiffon cupidity, where material illusions deluded my sky with gusts of greed, fixating my fingers to trace the blurred lines that shackled my bones from waltzing beyond the superficial borders formed by decayed boundaries. I long to be the auburn feathers of an eagle’s nest, crooning hypnotic hymns of nature, as I yearn to be the bluest b r e e z e ruffling above greying seas, where I can soar and swirl like a tameless albatross, embracing the essence of golden twilights, while my spirit serenades falcon fortitude, untying flatlined ornaments that weigh my weightless wings down. For I am more than the dreams I’ve forgotten, I am a mere magnet, hanging onto twinkling threads of peace and purity, nourishing rainless roots with herbs of hope to unlock the divine chakras that can see beyond diamond deceit and luminous lies. There, in the fields of astral awakening, floats the sacred truth of a heartbeat aching to be free from the fleeting notes of transient temptations~ luring my psyche to dance beneath an ephemeral aura of earthly creatures crawling through space and cosmic dust… But to be human is to be stranded in a landscape covered in flakes of wintry butterflies and summery fireflies, constantly gliding between the push and pull of magical moonflowers and mythical mantras~ emanating embers of love and lust, while my intuition ignites chamomile candles of consciousness, steering my silhouette to seek the pilgrims of silence, erasing impulsive footprints~ to imprint ethereal felicity, attaining euphoric breaths of blissfulness that the Almighty bestows in seraphic stillness… So let weary wisterias in wilted orchards sprout amidst the sunless spheres, as constellations weave scriptures of solace with colors of clarity, where nightingales recite clairvoyance and clairsentience in compassionate cadence, to transform clouds of doubt into a celestial canvas flowing with ceremonial ink…

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Date: 10/10/2024 4:41:00 PM
...And I am wishing you the best of blossoming! You can. :) What a lovely piece, Ink.
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Date: 10/7/2024 7:08:00 AM
what a way with words you have, congratulations
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Date: 10/6/2024 4:32:00 AM
Lovely descriptive imagery of the duality of human life. This poem speaks for all of us that see the light & dark as One, intertwining & dancing together. I like how you combine the push-pull factors of life. Xx
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Date: 10/5/2024 8:49:00 AM
So much awesome alliteration here. I liked the bird references a lot: a tameless albatross, and while my spirit serenades falcon fortitude. You are beyond clever, Ink. Great entry!
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Date: 10/5/2024 5:04:00 AM
So many good lines but my favorite part starts with "But to be human" and ends with "love and lust." That section demonstrates the struggles, or push and pull as you call it, that all of us have. Light and dark, good and bad, summer and winter, love and lust. Gosh. It's exhausting to be human. Cessation of all emotion would help. But then we'd be Vulcans lol. No, in the end emotion helps us know we're alive. Great write Inky
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Date: 10/5/2024 3:34:00 AM
Are you sure your not a flower ? Love you
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Date: 10/5/2024 3:04:00 AM
Word wizardry at its best! I’m amazed at how easily your words flow. You seem to effortlessly write! This will do well in the contest! Best wishes Inky!
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Date: 10/5/2024 2:57:00 AM
Descriptive lines penned. Way to go. I am guessing for a contest, if so, it reads like a good contender to me. Way to go. Sara K
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Date: 10/5/2024 2:49:00 AM
You certainly have a gift for words Ink, I had to read it a few times to absorb it all. God bless you have a lovely weekend.
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Date: 10/4/2024 12:25:00 PM
Time fleets. I like your poem because it has a foreboding undertone that contrasts with beautiful images. Decaying boundaries make me want to take two steps back.
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Date: 10/4/2024 11:16:00 AM
I can feel the spiritual yearning in your words and you always have a poetic way to self reflect on your life and portray it in contest poems... You always link cosmic ideologies with the theme and here you have merged it with spirituality so well, but I guess the universe plays a bit part in spirit in many beliefs.. As always the strength of your poem lies in the vivid imagery.. weaving natural elements—magnolias, wildflowers, eagles, albatrosses, and nightingales
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Silent One
Date: 10/4/2024 11:16:00 AM
with celestial and spiritual imagery like "satellite sapphires" and "astral awakening." Best of luck in the contest, dear poetess... you are a blessing to these judges...
Date: 10/4/2024 10:55:00 AM
humble horizon that slumbers in restlessness, ooooo papi …. Speak to me in those gorgeous words!!! fixating my fingers to trace the blurred lines that shackled my bones from waltzing beyond the superficial borders formed by decayed boundaries.. oooo the dramaaaa!I yearn to be the bluest breeze ruffling above greying seas,! Love it !! untying flatlined ornaments that weigh my weightless wings down…. Ooo the absolute depth in that line!! stranded in a landscape covered in flakes of wintry butterflies and summery fireflies,Mmmm soo true… constellations weave scriptures of solace with colors of clarity, absolutely love the sense of bliss in this line papi.. transform clouds of doubt into a celestial canvas flowing with ceremonial ink… in love with the ending …. Sooo perfectly woven … the flow is an absolute breeze papi … n the ooozing alliterations in this is amazing!!!!
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Date: 10/4/2024 10:42:00 AM
Beautiful .
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Ink Empress
Date: 10/4/2024 10:51:00 AM
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