Fulcrum of a Rose
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Written for the prompt " fulcrum of a rose" sponsored by Unseeking Seeker.
Thank you soupers for your kind comments and messages, I have been away , was traveling and also still healing from an awful flu, I will slowly be reading you back. Appreciate always your kind and sincere support
The crescent ~ half awake,
yet wholly aware,
like the essence of my presence ~
drowsy and divine ~
glowing in golden hues
is the mentor leading
me through scented silence.
I am the thorn and the petal,
the yin and yang,
the dusk and dawn,
the salt and smoke ~
an ember of fire
creased in lunar light,
a quoted metaphor carved
beneath breathing blues,
twirling across the twilight
in musical stillness ~
abandoning form and ego,
in sync with the serenades
that swirl through veins
like galaxies awaiting
to sprinkle seraphic dust
upon my mindful skin.
I face the skyline,
sipping dews of diamond drizzles,
like a fulcrum of a rose
that blooms beyond the sweetness
of nectarine ~
for I am gentle, yet strong;
I am more than bleeding pastel and
ink on pale paper.
I am the m a g i c that flows,
an ineffable aura
that seeks not accolades
from sleeping stars.
I surf like an eagle feather,
dipped in sapphire-glazed dreams,
conscious of the unseen,
I feel the aching intricacies
nestling within sacred sepals ~
homing thistles ~
tracing the whispers of the moon,
falling upon the soils around me
like tender tendrils
dancing in the wind,
when the air speaks in sonnets
and the breeze echoes
the light that beams
in the pulse of my enlightened psyche,
in sync with the chakras
that fear not the material mists
carrying ephemeral desires…
O beloved Almighty,
my heart ~ a chalice of blushing vines,
trembles to the tune
of untouched kindness,
like infinite haze resembling
fragrant phases of
blooming florals,
veiled by eternal love,
merged in colors of candor ~
an evergreen effervescence
caressing the wisdom
growing in the womb of flowers…
But what if love wears glitter ~
like an angelic silhouette,
the shadow of my thoughts,
a rose without
an intoxicating fragrance,
but a balmy scent ~
illuminating the quiescence
that lingers in lilac and lavender
across strands of spirituality,
soft as the fragility
of astral gardens,
subtly sprouting in hues of harmony?
Would I still ache for your beauty
that radiates within ~
resting in resilience,
rooted in righteousness,
emanating integrity,
lacking jinxed jasmines
jaded in judgmental jingles,
purifying the sand
that holds tales
no tongue can tweak ~
a sonnet without a sound,
a rhyme without a rhythm,
a voice of virtue
truest and faithful,
only the empathetic empyrean
can feel when dark
is the eventide…
R e m e m b er me ~
not as the written perfection,
nor the pristine pigments
or woven words
within vulnerable verses,
but as a rose that
endured and weathered
the bitter and broken,
the withered and wicked
winds of seasons
pushing and pulling
the delicate devotion
tied to the celestial fields,
where I am more than just
petals and thorns ~
a rose fluent in
the language of l o v e~
beautifully flawed
yet sculpted in blissful radiance ~
flawless in seamless form,
a mosaic art etched with p e a c e ,
a bride of hope veiled in vines
and honeysuckle hurricanes…
I am beyond skin of ink,
I am the rhapsody that ricochets
from my mellifluous heart
to the Elysian meadows…
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