Illusions on Rivulet Path

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Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods ********************** I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks? to all those who gifted me countless worries through the years. Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror. I sail past rhyming reefs, of my quest faintly reflecting Why should I let them define me anymore? I make mistakes; so what? my heart is full of love and ambrosian words— it shines with rhapsody. my hands can heal amidst the severest pain. my mind envision cures for sparkling vanilla—algae tears. Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform. Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales, I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea. I will rise and face them head on, while history hisses at my heels. I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled what matters is now what matters is my striving what matters is the rise toward rebellious rainbows and what I require, as a necklace of seashells worn and stained with sepia

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Paige Hind

Date: 5/16/2025 7:21:00 PM

Absolutely beautiful. You are sharing your heartbeat with us. Appreciated-

Tom Woody

Date: 5/16/2025 6:00:00 AM

Good golly I think you should stick with free verse, it really frees you up to say what you want without the constraints of having to rhyme. Love the tongue in cheek humor here. "To all those who GIFTED me worries throughout the years ..." "I make mistakes, so what?" "What matters is my striving. What matters is my rise." I think this is a fave for me and I think Crystol will love it

Sotto Poet
Date: 5/16/2025 8:34:00 AM

I am glad you like it, Tom. I will definitely follow your great advice, and I appreciate that.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/16/2025 5:59:00 AM

my hands can heal amidst the severest pain… Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform… and what I require, as a necklace of seashells worn and stained with sepia… Enjoyed!