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Ivory Flakes

In the mirrors of Moirai kismet and karma kiss adoringly, unaware of this betrayal they label as life. In the hallucination we call birth, words whisper like bitter winds, composing a metaphorical manuscript, weaving a quilt of invisible inflictions. Silent screams serenade in childhood bloodshed, where no messiah arrived to rectify sins of saints - so some languish among abandoned souls. Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed, they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets. In a fathomless pit, I'm slaying prosaic demons, before indigo hues turn ebony - who are they to destroy my dreams? I never heard the birds sing in a playground of lucid lullabies. I still recall the ghosts of featherless angels, swaying upon swings adorned in garlands of grief. Their eternal spirits flickering in silver embers, evolving into perpetual vessels of reflection.   Confused in a realm of revolving doors, tarnished paths only withhold wrath, leaving behind trails of trauma, where twisted trials lead to disfigured destinies. Glass hearts only break in battles with burdens, so our spirits become victim to Medusa eyes. When each sigh flows like a slow poison, we search for virgin daffodil dawns, as distractions to numb the pain. Fatigued from the battles from those who rebel against our hearts - we seek solace from sojourners of invigoration. Blessed are those who connect with universal harp strings. Who merge with the sacred aura of music. Who notice the stars before twilight, comprehending the glory of sunrise, as an analogy against adversity. I was not designed to be a flower, contained in a snow globe, covered in ivory flakes when shaken. I have forgiven the blameworthy, who are guilty for chaining an inner child, but I'm still waiting to break free. Before I waste away and my thorns decay, ordain upon me the fortune to cradle love - let me flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom.

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Date: 3/5/2025 7:07:00 AM
Duke is amazing at comments returned to each of us, he interpret the writers thoughts so brilliantly and so aptly. My interpretation comes nowhere near his, but I do try. A breathtaking poem wherein you mention that forgiving brings healing, , it is hard though, but a beautiful sunset could set the stage for one to relent, give in, and forgive, no more thorns, let flowers bloom. Hope you are well, have noticed you have not posted anything for a while. Thoughts, prayers with you dear friend. HUGS, Jennifer.
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Date: 2/28/2025 11:05:00 PM
An amazing poem start to finish. Full of heart-wrenching lines, and fresh metaphors. A truly original triumph.
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Date: 2/5/2025 6:11:00 AM
SO, I was wondering about the title until I got to the end. OMG, I was thinking of the old laundry detergent (Ivory Snow) at first and wondering. The frustration expressed throughout this wonderful piece seems and feels intense. It is definitely something that made me think of life's potential being wasted. I think we all have been in situations (often work situations) that make us feel underutilized or wrong. The unpleasantness you describe reminds me of being on an unsuitable career path. If is also involved my personal life and relationships with a loved one, that would be especially bad. I'm thinking about all the people in this world being imprisoned in some way or another...and the combined angst has got to be immense. This is really a remarkable piece of work. It's something I can really appreciate, SO. You have an amazing presence! You've reminded me of Brave New World by Huxley. We're not someone's pet on display.
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Silent One
Date: 2/6/2025 5:28:00 AM
Thank you for analysing my poem so well..Glad you liked it
Date: 2/4/2025 1:50:00 PM
“I was not designed to be a flower, contained in a snow globe, covered in ivory flakes when shaken.“ love this imagery! And “ Blessed are those who connect with universal harp strings. Who merge with the sacred aura of music. Who notice the stars before twilight, comprehending the glory of sunrise, as an analogy against adversity.” Wonderful word wizardry Congratulations SO!
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Date: 2/4/2025 8:20:00 AM
Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Ivory Flakes" write again. Have a blessed day with your win as you write away..................
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Date: 2/4/2025 6:52:00 AM
may you flourish in the field where rumis roses bloom, as your words thrive and flourish facing the sky, in such an eloquent manner, your way with writing is always so profound and unique and this is beyond impeccable! How youv used metaphors, and various poetic techniques such as alliteration, assonance, imagery; and how youv also depicted grief and life and adversities and breakin tree from it all, theres so many great lines in this,while it gives an introspective touch, theres also so much strength and resilience in your last lines such as realizing and phrasing that you are worthy of so much more than confinement. Forgiving the blameworthy is the first step to healing really. And i see a healing heart weaving words here through this poem! congratulations on your well deserved win! Thank you for supporting my contest! Its an honor
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Date: 2/1/2025 2:24:00 PM
This is such a profound and powerful piece, filled with striking imagery and raw emotion. Your words dive so deeply into the human condition—betrayal, pain, resilience—and weave them into a hauntingly beautiful craft. “modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed” and “glass hearts only break in battles with burdens” hit with such weight and truth. “flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom,” is both heartbreaking and hopeful. This is truly a masterpiece of vulnerability and strength.
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Tonye George
Date: 2/1/2025 2:27:00 PM
"Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed, they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets." We've seen these people do evil in the open, they no longer hide to inflict wickedness on people. You have written this with so much energy and emotion, especially with a flare in addition to your love for Rumi. Great one.
Date: 2/1/2025 5:12:00 AM
Your lines of turmoil reveal such deep inner feelings expressed in a way that only you can Silent One! You continue to amaze me with your talent! I hope you are well, Happy Saturday!
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Date: 1/28/2025 8:54:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Ivory Flakes" write. Another Masterpiece. I hope you are OK. "Good Luck" in the contest. Have a fun day as you write away..................
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Date: 1/28/2025 2:01:00 AM
Rumi's roses will bloom brighter if you and your poetry flourished there, my friend. Excellent writing spiced with alliteration and peppered with metaphors and imagery. Hope all is well, my friend.
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Date: 1/24/2025 6:44:00 PM
A fantastic piece of poetry. Deep, soulful and warm. It left me with a feeling of nostalgia for days gone by and hope for what may come tomorrow :)
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Date: 1/19/2025 7:09:00 PM
Stunning display of metaphors, S....a call to celebrate the richness of life becomes magical through your moist pen!
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Date: 1/19/2025 11:43:00 AM
Such a sadness for this child to deal with such pain and having it affect them as they grow trying to find answers in coping and resolving such painful emotions carried on from the younger years. Amazing metaphors as always Silent One uniquely thought of and used in sending deep thoughts within you. You craft each emotion almost in a parable manner that enlightens the reader to it's heartfelt message. As always your distinct style resonates with the reader and is completely admired. Sending
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Michael Tor
Date: 1/19/2025 11:44:00 AM
much appreciation for your tireless efforts in always delivering such much loved Poetry...
Date: 1/19/2025 1:25:00 AM
Sad yet beautiful poetry Silent One, what is said to a child makes them great or break. To those who can relate, may they - “flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom.”…. Beryl
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Date: 1/19/2025 12:55:00 AM
Very nice poem! Good luck! Best wishes, have a nice day ~ AA
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Date: 1/18/2025 6:26:00 PM
A lot of power in your words- wishing you the best into your journey...loved the opening..."kismet and karma kiss"
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Date: 1/18/2025 3:51:00 PM
I was not designed to be a flower, contained in a snow globe, covered in ivory flakes when shaken. Maybe some day dear friend a rose will bloom inside your well preserved snow globe, and all the sorrow of yesterday's pain will turn into a joyous celebration of life, maybe ? sending love and prayers, my fav in so many ways, :)
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Date: 1/18/2025 3:42:00 PM
"When each sigh flows like a slow poison, we search for virgin daffodil dawns," -- Love that! Great imagery. "Fatigued from the battles from those who rebel against our hearts -" Wow, powerful! As always, a fine poetry journey. Thank you.
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Date: 1/18/2025 12:40:00 PM
- Thanks S.O., maybe I can sleep safely tonight "Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed" - I still recall the ghosts of featherless angels, swaying upon swings adorned in garlands of grief" - Powerful childhood memories - Let your thorns decay and become a flower - Best wishes in the contest - Enjoy your weekend :) - hugs
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Date: 1/18/2025 12:03:00 PM
So this is didactic, huh? To me it sounds like free verse still but I think I never really had a true grasp of what didactic means. Many fine images. The last line is stunning
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Date: 1/18/2025 10:15:00 AM
This poem could be enthusiastically discussed at a round table! I could go on…
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Date: 1/18/2025 10:14:00 AM
This is so utterly cathartic, beautiful, filled with rich imagery and emotive. A definite fave for me! … Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed, they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets… I was not designed to be a flower, contained in a snow globe, covered in ivory flakes when shaken…just a few momentous lines! Hugs and friendship ~ Kim
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Date: 1/18/2025 8:33:00 AM
Dear Silent One, my dear, inspiring poet friend, your golden pain spills a rich constellation of imagery telling of hardship, pain while seeking threads that connect to love, forgiveness, unity, and the heartfelt desire to be understood. The disenchantment is palpable in your verse. Childhood is a helpless time for a downtrodden child in pain. The nostalgia is potent and poignant but the last stanza gives way to mortal and spiritual salvation and the heart's "flourish" in the gift of poetic expression. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Date: 1/18/2025 6:09:00 AM
Highly metaphorical take on a troubled childhood and the difficulty in extending forgiveness, letting go, leaving all in the past so the adult can flourish emotionally, mentally. My fave stanza is seven though. You know me, always looking for the glimmer of hope and positivity
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