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For " Felix Culpa" sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Felix Culpa

L o v e, a withering star ~
awakened amidst silence
that swirls through the night sky
like fairy lights,
i l l u m i n a t i n g
the maze of midnight
with kaleidoscopic traces
of what once soared…
But in the chasm of loss and agony,
I found the gossamer essence of hope
from the
glass-winged arms of metamorphosis…

Now I breathe you, organza moonlight,
e c l i p s e d by crimson claws
of condescending constellations,
while faith sleeps within the pale husk
of mythical mists,
drinking pomegranate ambrosia,
from the rose-gold horn
of Persephone’s throne,
as black-magic thickets thrive from
the cursed lips of tendrils ~
harvesting pain,
rustling through the vineyard
of violet orchids
amidst this heart that sings of
evergreen springs,
etched with sins and tears
onto catacomb cellars of wickedness…

Listen to your heartbeat,
there, in the mirroring cadence
of soft-spoken rhymes,
I live and reside ~
wandering through the hallways;
an asylum of metaphors
turning wraiths of words
into wisterias,
whirling in the whimsical wind,
a castle of alliterative archives
emanating empathic embers
that burned capricious chords
to carve calligraphic clemency
with Cleopatra’s gold
seized from the Egyptian deserts…

But it is through the
satanic soul of kohl seas
I found the bluest streak of bliss ~
my Felix Culpa,
sprinkling firefly dust from afar ~
I see you, awaiting the return
of butterflies…
For you and I,
we found L o v e,
inhaling poetic promises,
exhaling toxic tercets ~
with syllables of stressed desire,
you showed me rainbows of sage,
taught me the rhythm of truth,
to silence the thunder
that roars in rage
within the fragile psyche of life,
and in your presence,
I loved and learned ~
to curate colors
from
the ethereal
dreamscape of d u s k…
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Ashley Avatar
May 24, 2025 at 7:19 AM
Dear Ink, I'm enthralled with your cosmic imagery spiced with a pinch of mythology and a dash of "Cleopatra". Your closing lines "I loved and learned ~/to curate colors/from/the ethereal/dreamscape of d u s k…" is a grand finale to an exquisite piece. Life, loss, hope and L o v e found, and healing, with the promise of new vistas to be discovered. A breathtaking spill of your ink. Warmest wishes, dear poetess.. ~Susan
Guptar Avatar
April 8, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Heartfelt congratulations, dear poet, on your top win with an outstanding poem filled with imaginative imagery and metaphors, written so so succinctly and smoothly, with each stanza as splendid as the other. Wish you a pleasant day filled with the light of blessings.
Miller Avatar
April 7, 2025 at 7:29 AM
Stunning imagery and beautifully written as always; I am in awe of your work, congratulations
Ibeh Avatar
April 7, 2025 at 4:19 AM
Inky, this is a sublime masterpiece full of stunning imagery and metaphors. I really loved it. Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest! A fave.
Empress Avatar
April 7, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Thank you so much for the fave and comment, truly grateful always! Your prompts always inspire me! Thank you again dear EI
Beaufort Avatar
March 30, 2025 at 3:20 PM
IE, I had to look up "Felix Culpa" as the term was unknown to me. You did a great job here describing making lemonade from lemons. Really excellent and fun to read all the descriptors you use to make a bit of hope and something that seems to feel good. Smiles!!
One Avatar
March 30, 2025 at 4:10 AM
What is it like breathing Organza moonlight? That must be an interesting sensation and does it give you acid reflux? You have such an immense vocabulary and thought provoking mind with all the different metaphors you use.. You seem to write a lot about love, loss, transformation and self discovery.. like you are a born again caterpillar still waiting to become a butterfly or maybe you have had your heart broken so many time.. but you always express it so differently... all the best dear..
Poet Avatar
March 28, 2025 at 3:24 PM
This wonderful verse explores love, sorrow, and rebirth, dearest Ink. It shows love as both a cause of grief and a stimulus for growth, as it follows heartache to hope. Metamorphosis symbolizes transformation and regeneration, while mythology and nature show how human emotions and the cosmos are linked. Love's effects on the mind are explored in the poem, which blends beauty with misery. Poetic language uses strong images and metaphors. The words "gossamer," "organza," and "metamorphosis" conjure delicate beauty, but "crimson claws" and "satanic soul" add darkness.
Bordner Avatar
March 27, 2025 at 11:41 AM
"I live and reside, wandering through the hallways, an asylum of metaphors turning wraiths of words into wisterias...", will those metaphors ever escape the madness of Reality's dreams to become their own lives. I like the touch of History and mythology. This is a beautiful testimony of how we can grow gloriously through love. Your Felix Culpa must feel like a touch of Destiny Poetess...J.A.B....A FAV!!
Godwin Avatar
March 27, 2025 at 5:36 AM
I read your lovely imagery, then drank a cup of coffee and read it again. Coffee worked, got me there, I became as alert as your poem and wrapped up inside its pow-pow-pow meaning and flow ... CayCay
Lane Avatar
March 27, 2025 at 3:44 AM
Life and love are both very fragile, and I'm struck by your first line about love becoming a 'withering star.' A bane it is when love fades and those promises, poetically written or affectionately spoken or broken. There's always a new dreamscape to be painted and lived.
Singh Avatar
March 27, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Even in suffering there can be a transformative beauty and a part towards hope.A reality of life.Very nice.
Buhagiar Avatar
March 27, 2025 at 3:10 AM
drinking pomegranate ambrosia would perhaps plant some wonderful mystic poetry you are so capable of. Alas I'm a poor wordsmith and will never attain such height. Perfect metaphors, and pure alliteration. Your poems will always be great.
Onpaper Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Now I breathe you, organza moonlight, Ooooo love it whn u do some sexaynesss like that!!! Eclipsed by crimson claws of condescending constellations, dayum child that imagery!!!!! wandering through the hallways; an asylum of metaphors .. if that place is ur mind I would love to locked up there !!! Floating with those metaphors aee papi!!! Oh damn burned capricious chords to carve calligraphic clemency with Cleopatra’s gold .. look at those alliteration goo ..through the satanic soul of kohl seas I found the bluest streak of bliss.. mmm love that … I loved and learned to curate colors from the ethereal dreamscape of dusk… mmm that ending is just perfect!!! Absolutely gorgeous piece papi!!
George Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Again and again, if I say, you are unusually gifted, I fear it is going to be a bore. Still I can't help repeating it. What wonderful imagery and metaphor! I think this is the title, very few have chosen and you have done full justice to it. Each line is pregnant with meaning and carries a depth one cannot easily fathom. I am sure you are going to be placed at the top. "you showed me rainbows of sage, taught me the rhythm of truth, to silence the thunder that roars in rage within the fragile psyche of life," Thus you found in the thistles of love, your Felix Culpa! In your phrase, "through the satanic soul of kohl seas I found the bluest streak of bliss " This sure is a FAVE for me.
Dietrich Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 10:15 PM
As always, you create such amazing images. Euphony! Even simply putting little spaces between the letters in the word dusk makes the ending even cooler. I think there was a poem you wanted me to see but not sure the title. I will go look
Seeker Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Oh wow! Your poem exerts a magnetic pull, drawing us into the vortex of mists of redemption bestowed by divine grace.
Williams Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 9:55 PM
Dearest Inky,Wow, you really have a gift for weaving words into pure magic. This piece feels like stepping into a dream—lush, haunting, and celestial all at once. The imagery is stunning, like a dance between mythology and emotion, where love and loss intertwine with cosmic beauty. Every line glows with an ethereal depth, and the rhythm pulls you in like an incantation. Absolutely mesmerizing! Good luck in the contest, a winner in my eye...Hugs
Rolland Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 6:19 PM
beautiful, peace is a long road, your poetry enlights the world my frriend, always enjoy
HAYNES Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 9:41 AM
I wish I could write so beautifully I truly enjoyed
Liguori Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 8:44 AM
‘ and in your presence, I loved and learned ~ to curate colors from the ethereal dreamscape of d u s k’. Great poem!!!
Rhymes Avatar
March 26, 2025 at 3:35 AM
Amazing as always
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