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happily discontent

when the sky breathes poetry through sepia-streaked silence, and the earth reclines, listening to the music of weeping wisterias~ blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise, I swallow sizzling stars within cloaked scars, comfortably blanketed in self-woven wounds. while you, the prisoner of my past, keep revisiting empty journals, lacking crystalline colors of comfort. as crimson are the lines across pages of pain, and rhymes left unwritten~ stretching through margins of misery, like flowers blooming amidst rain, like fireflies flickering neon dreams, oblivious to the darkness that tastes like delicate storms, gusting with glistening grief, undressing dusks shivering in blazing frost… O tulip trinkets, echoing ballads of brokenness~ I ache to surf through crooning chaos in serene seclusion, away from the fickle wind and unseen waves, tortured by twisted tunes of twilight. I’ve long been the voice of love, unsaid, intoxicated on life’s whimsical woes~ a ghost of a wilted rose, robed in restless redolence, befriending demons within, as shadows too abandoned the healing chambers of angst, reluctant to sway to chamomile chimes of euphoric gardens where roots of ruins are watered with tanzanite tears… perhaps the moon was never mine to keep. and in this distant affair, I sing sparks of sorrow to the soul of salt-kissed sapphires, wishing the world could comprehend~ how peace is neither a lily nor a bird, but a weathered tree stuck in the forsaken sands of felicity, an eloquent ambience where I thrive in bittersweet solitude… remember me ~ when clouds veil saffron of the sanguine sun and the zephyr forgets my name, I remain the mistress, dressed in distressed diamonds, not a seeker of superficial lies glazed in greed and gold, I trace trembling chakras of torrents with ink and sighs, exhaling lunar-dust, like a maestro of yearning, perfectly flawed and unrefined, still healing ~ tied to the faded lips of an enlightened constellation…

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Date: 5/18/2025 7:39:00 AM
Dear Ink, your rich imageries cascade down the poetic page with deep, poignant emotions expressed with creative metaphors of beauty and angst; "I’ve long been the voice of love, /unsaid, intoxicated on life's whimsical woes". Soulful! Congratulations for your success in Kai's contest. Warmest wishes, dear poetess.. ~Susan
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Date: 4/20/2025 10:03:00 PM
"perfectly flawed and unrefined, still healing " beautiful
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Date: 4/17/2025 11:53:00 PM
I feel this topic is so much suited to your mental disposition. This poem, I am sure has come down from your heart, flowing like a stream from the mountain top. I love all your poems. But I must say, this is matchless. "crimson are the lines across pages of pain, and rhymes left unwritten~ stretching through margins of misery, like flowers blooming amidst rain,like fireflies flickering neon dreams, oblivious to the darkness"....What depth and poignancy for these lines! A sure winner. Into my FAVE.
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Date: 4/17/2025 11:12:00 PM
So many awesome images of contrast in a challenge that makes us see the ironies in life. I think I would not even know where to start with this theme. It fits your style so well, Ink
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Date: 4/17/2025 10:25:00 PM
‘ perhaps the moon was never mine to keep’… or perhaps it is!!! You deserve the moon and more with this wonderful poem. Such a delight to read and enjoy.
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Date: 4/17/2025 8:18:00 AM
Sometimes it just wasn't meant to be, the painful memories are hard to forget. Your metaphors and imagery are on an other level. Superb writing IE. Tom
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Date: 4/17/2025 6:46:00 AM
Peace is not a tangible offering, something to be held in the hand. It's not a word given, for words bear no sincerity if they are not spoken in good faith. There is no contentment to be found in "life's whimsical woes~ the ghost of a wilted rose." That phrase dramatically waxes poetic, Ink.
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Date: 4/17/2025 5:50:00 AM
"I've long been the voice of love..." Yes, via your artful poetry you often speak of love or the loss of love. However, the moon is indeed yours for the keeping, a shared ownership to be sure, but yours nonetheless. Hope you have a wonderful day
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Date: 4/17/2025 5:41:00 AM
Amazing as always ! I enjoy reading your writings always
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