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Grim Thrum Epiphany

Written: January 09, 2024
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Seen through a sepia scale
Drab grief, of hiemal cradle
mirthless, a desolate land
shrouded in frozen doldrums,
amid solemn ripples
on threnody and sizzle
akin to a gentle sway
with a oneiric, susurrous
tambourine wave of yore
rain whistles in tune
of doodles in gold and silver.

Swells of silk
of a hypnotic spell—origami
wispy petrichor wafts!
It was tender
ignominious mayhem
of withering earth
sadly surprised
amidst golden neon notes
and vermilion,
as stricken soil stirs.

And flushes in luscious tones
of singing and crystals
as daffodils and clover bloom
amidst webs of aurelian curls
a fairy's rhapsody,
let spring song rise!
each seed that is still alive
hope will sprout subtly,
to refuel the soul
from the cosmic womb.

Wars will hinder any way to harmony 
and allegiance to nations
Earth is our vast home
we purport as world healers 
send me a melody
smoother than embers 
we're rooted in clay
as melody with thawing knack
once I visualized piano tunes,  
each tone evoked anguish  
yet, our sonata is harmless 
paramount of my persona 
beyond brink of kismet
we ought to sigh and cry 
sultry concerto
In a garden labyrinth.

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Hiya Sharma January 10, 2024 at 6:13 PM Woww, this is such a thought-provoking poem, dear Sotto.. You've wisely hued some uniquely profound philosophical tones in every stanza, with much poetic gentleness.. Love your wordplay here absolutely and the vivid imagery that you've knitted.. Wars really steal our solace but wonderfully you've described the unity by saying that 'earth is our vast home'.. Also "each seed that is still alive hope will sprout subtly, to refuel the soul from the cosmic womb" Ahh, so beautifully written, love this

Silent One January 10, 2024 at 11:15 AM Your poem takes a philosophical turn as it addresses the impact of wars and the need for harmony and allegiance to the Earth as a shared home. The plea for a melody "smoother than embers" and the recognition of humanity's roots in clay add layers of depth to the metaphorical language used throughout the poem...

Vijay Pandit January 10, 2024 at 4:44 AM A lovely word painting--highly descriptive write my friend: let spring song rise! each seed that is still alive hope will sprout subtly...

Victor Buhagiar January 10, 2024 at 1:46 AM War is no solution. Peace would be much more desirable. I love how you play with words. A great poet.

Ink Empress January 10, 2024 at 12:01 AM A garden labyrinth , so well woven about. Your brilliant use of wordplay, and metaphors to deliver thoughts is beyond impeccable! Absolutely love the flow of this too and how well you’ve expressed here. Especially love “ Swells of silk of a hypnotic spell—origami wispy petrichor wafts! It was tender ignominious mayhem” deep and so beautiful and seamless how your words flow throughout, its like any reader can get lost within those gorgeous lines. “ shrouded in frozen doldrums” just brilliant!

Paige Hind January 9, 2024 at 2:08 PM It seems you're saying war is not glorious, and it should end... all these metaphors depict the raw true threads of war, "It was tender ignominious mayhem of withering earth sadly surprised"- so deep, we're losing something... but spring is always there. "let spring song rise! each seed that is still alive hope sprout subtly, to refuel the soul from the cosmic womb." Th beginning is also very powerful. Rain turns colors...