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cortex of the cosmos

the sky h o m e s 
        what the sea
                      cannot confine 
as clouds crawl and croon
       carving contours
of compassion
          to calm the chaos unseen
within
the cortex of the cosmos...
          but I wonder
does the ocean
       a d r i f t 
  in sunken silence 
ever taste the briny burn 
within the
         lagoon of loneliness
amidst its
              relentless kindness?

as I see clusters of clutter
        nestled in the
somber greys of haze
 and this heart
         weeps for the wounded...

perhaps it is in
               solitary spheres
they ache for the
       starry  kiss of poisonous urchins
cradling bleached blues
        dwelling in the depth
                             of aquatic agony…

but when thoughts
      spiral like sea-tossed
conch shells
        I refuse to believe
there, 
  in   the cusp of
            weathering waves
blooms not 
            an aesthetic dream
   resembling love that breathes
                beyond the
      grasp of galaxies~ 
to be heard
    when 
p a u s e d 
              is  the shipwrecked requiem 
within pained pebbles
              piercing through~
like poetry
              without a pulse…

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Krishnanand Guptar

Date: 4/14/2025 4:42:00 AM

Heartiest congratulations, dear poetess, on your high placement in this poetry contest with a superb poem depicting the cortex of the outside cosmos with the interior loneliness and cravings with a vortex of mind-blowing imageries. Wish you a pleasant day filled with the blessings of light.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 4/13/2025 9:50:00 PM

Stunning metaphors and imagery IE, you have an amazing talent for it, your poetry certainly has a strong and healthy pulse. Tom

Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/13/2025 5:54:00 PM

IE, no question all of it....the seas and the sky and everything else are all part of something wonderful that we have the opportunity to observe and wonder about. An aesthetic dream in the universe is a very powerful vision. I enjoy thinking about it but wonder if it's something we'll ever be able to find. You're asking some existential questions as one on this small dot in space. I think it's wonderful you are posing this belief.

John Read

Date: 4/13/2025 10:26:00 AM

Hi Ink, your poetry certainly has a pulse, have a lovely day dear friend.

Robert James Liguori

Date: 4/13/2025 9:04:00 AM

Such an emotional piece! ‘Always love reading your work.

Sotto Poet

Date: 4/13/2025 7:25:00 AM

Dear Ink, what a fantastic poem that contrasts the expanse of the universe (represented by the sky and water) with personal sensations of loneliness and desire. It delves into issues of loneliness, the desire for connection, and the emotional weight of life. The poem also goes into the link between nature and human emotion (pulse), examining how the beauty of the world may oft disguise deeper sentiments of grief, loneliness, and the quest for love. The poem's wording is rich and expressive, using both abstract and physical images. Phrases like "briny burn," "lagoon of loneliness," "clusters of clutter," and "cosmic cortex" conjure up vivid mental images, adding to the poem's emotional depth. Good luck if it's for a contest. Sending you warm embrace.

Lioness Onpaper

Date: 4/13/2025 6:49:00 AM

what the sea cannot confine as clouds crawl and croon carving contours of compassion to calm the chaos unseen.. mmm the alliterations the flow!!! An absolute beauty!!! resembling love that breathes beyond the grasp of galaxies.. the intensity is divine in this line!!! Dayum that ending !! shipwrecked requiem within pained pebbles piercing through like poetry without a pulse… the heaviness runs deeeeep here !! Absolutely stunning papi..

Lin Lane

Date: 4/13/2025 6:21:00 AM

Ink, poetry without a pulse, or at least some weak heartbeat heard by another is doomed to sink in silence beneath those crashing waves of a weathered sea.