Listen to poem:

Illusions on Rivulet Path

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Daniels Avatar
May 25, 2025 at 9:07 PM
I love it ! Beautiful imagery with touches of rebellion & NOW-ness. An accurate sotto poem ~ essential undertones. Enjoyed read & listen. May I ask, is that your voice, Sotto ? ThkU.x
Alex Avatar
May 25, 2025 at 7:09 PM
"what matters is the rise toward rebellious rainbows" - A very beautiful writing in your own typical style. Congratulations!
Hind Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Absolutely beautiful. You are sharing your heartbeat with us. Appreciated-
Rodrigues Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 5:59 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!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace