Fulcrum of a rose
Written: June 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within your soul.
When swinging, grapes fall off the vine,
It lends the Kismet gown a sugar-plum shine.
Gold flames sing when honeyed air glows,
As cold stars sparkle, summer heat flows.
The rose whispers in layers of grace,
Its aroma is born from a secret spice.
Not sheltered within a pristine slice,
Nor in a thorn's fierce clutch and chase.
As they fade, azure traces of trust gleam,
Frayed and fused over a fruit's fragile dream.
Once pursued by restless and transient feet,
Across wistful meadows, where echoes meet.
I find myself inhaling love on a bed of awe,
Savoring the sweet music from the past, I saw.
Chiming through cocoa dales, ripples in ruffles,
Origami daydreams, scarlet lyrics as shuffles.
Sempervivum’s thistle glow draws me far,
Steeped in hubris, dandelion ink—my scar.
I have grown into my weary bloom phase,
Yet linger in the hatred’s trace of haze.
Beyond the fulcrum that inspires dreams,
My honeysuckle sepal asserts its means.
A gold anchor glides in a blush opal light,
I foresee a shattering scene on the flight.
A sailor floats where the fulcrum of scent meets,
A phantom wanderer steers our fading feet.
Hold on to an orchard beyond a fantasy,
Blending the pleasing scent of oils scantily
Amethyst boasts a bold and brilliant hue,
The sky sparkles in a stunning shade of view—
A thousand opals weave a delicate design,
Blooming into melodies of mauve, divine.
Spring Jacaranda crowns the waning dusk,
In silky strains of amethyst fuchsia husk.
A flourish—murmured echoes of the past,
An umpired heart, its fires dimming fast.
From ancient lands to these modern times,
Fragrance lingers—unmistakable rhymes.
A gentle whisper, an unknown plot pact,
where consciousness and aroma interact.
Egypt pharaohs show vigilant grace;
Oils were burned in their sacred space.
Scents of shrubs and trees coated the dry air,
Guiding spirits by acts of devotion and prayer.
In eastern homes, oud is lit with care;
A sense of hospitality caulked the air.
Smoke often dances with the revered light,
Hearts are welcome on this floral night.
The artist's brush and the poet's pen,
Captured the scents of where and when.
Daisy's breath in Gatsby's light,
A distant memory from an earlier sight.
French perfumes—once a fleeting trend,
Echoing force, charm—means to blend.
A mist arose, softly stealing your sigh—
Its scent evokes memories as it drifts by.
Scents resonate through time and space,
Tradition carries the sublime embrace.
A hidden touch, a tune unheard,
Where scent and story merge—unblurred.
Showing a meraki of fear in silk’s embrace,
Mystic breezes of Elysium chase.
As the sun’s gentle partner—floral and free—
The horizon awakens as air shapes the sea.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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