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Fulcrum of a Rose

When the raspberry horizon 
  is curled up, 
shaping caramel-lilac lips 
  of the cashmere kismet, 
   singing in a choir of cherry chivalry
and honey-glazed fireflies ~
those snowy stars
  simmering in summer silence,
 f l i c k e r 
          a w a y
  leaving burgundy blurs of beliefs,
wrinkled in those blinking blemishes
   of clementine memories, 
 which once trailed hysterical footprints
  across my fairy-threaded horizons...



And I lay, breathing  l o v e
 on a pillow of pristine pearls ~
succulent with the silver songs
   of perfumed yesteryears ~
chiming through chocolate valleys
  and rippling in the ruffles
         of origami reveries,
             weaved in scarlet sonnets... 
where you and I, chakras of the divine ~
   w a l t z 
  like the sunset 
                and its shadow 
             through a halo of rose-rings ~
  our spiritual silks 
rinsed in rubies,
   as every aromatic alphabet
       caresses those syllables of storms,
   stained with the murkiness of maroons
      and the velvet rain of remnants
          leaves a champagne spark ~
  igniting indigo illusions
that whisper
whirling intuitions 
in my saffron-kissed kundalini... 



 " O' thistle-light
distancing me
from my dandelion i n k ~
      I'm no longer a paranoid petal
           swirling in a havoc of hate and rust,
  rather, I'm blossoming ~
         aesthetic in strawberry arcs, 
dreaming of a reality
       above imposters of nightmares,
  where my honeysuckle sepals 
   hold hope as a golden anchor ~
          fluttering in pink opal warmth,
   and I feel like the heat of life,
       for those decaying flowers,
  betrayed by 
              the 
                 torrents 
                            of 
                                   t i m e... "

dear lord of the scintillating swan light, 
in the fulcrum of fragrances ~
this sailor soulfully sails, 
as a telepathic trespasser 
   tangentially 
         steering
               to an orchard 
      without 
rose-tinted 
reveries... 
to be the last scent 
of forget-me-nots ~
manifesting a meraki of miracles
         in those mulberry mosaics, 
where the esoteric zephyrs of elysium
still remember me ~
as a sandalwood-scented soulmate 
of the forgiving sun... 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 7/3/2025 10:24:00 AM
What a wonderful/colorful "Fulcrum of a Rose" write. Love It... Have a lovely day writing away..................
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Date: 6/16/2025 8:39:00 PM
Just gorgeous, and glorious- you're a poetic princess. <3 I could not write in the manner that you do, so much alliteration and still composed. Lovely, Hiya.
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Date: 6/16/2025 10:01:00 AM
This is a soul baring poem. You’ve created a universe of color and sensation—raspberry horizons, caramel-lilac lips, saffron-kissed kundalini. You have poetry into your bones. A ladder of themes flowing through silk: a longing for transcendence, rebirth after disillusionment, love that fuses with elemental beauty. There's myth, memory, sensuality, and healing. Great flow and rhythm
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Date: 6/14/2025 4:52:00 AM
The first thing that comes to notice in your poems is the wonderful alliterations and the powerful use of metaphors. You are indeed a Wordsmith! Now the flavor of romance is making your days sweet and you lie "breathing l o v e on a pillow of pristine pearls. You no longer are worried of your past- "I'm no longer a paranoid petal swirling in a havoc of hate and rust, rather, I'm blossoming". Keep blossoming, you young talent , Hiya. All the Best !
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Date: 6/13/2025 11:50:00 PM
Lots of beautiful images . The title alone is so inspiring.
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Date: 6/13/2025 12:08:00 PM
This verse is truly amazing! The way you use words to convey the serene beauty of nature is pure enchantment. And it's really wonderful and charming. Every word is fragrant with brightness and elegance, articulated via distinct alliterative pictures. Best of luck with this contest.
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Date: 6/13/2025 11:19:00 AM
So lovely and so romantic, Hiya. Every line is an "elysium" scented by color and grace expressed in unique images of alliteration. Best wishes for the contest. Blessings of the sweet rose to you.
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