Ink Empress Poet Free verse

mosaic memoirs

and we are,
       but dusk-kissed poems,
many moons apart,
      sequined in stygian sorrow ~
while ultraviolet veins 
compose an electrified elegy,
                    for unrequited stars
   struck by 
                 the scorpion's rays~
 sleeping behind the 
                  midnight mists
as galaxies of butterflies spiral
   through the sky 
untouched by the hiss 
            of snake songs...

  I long  to place my thoughts
on the crystalline cradle
          of the empyrean 
listening to your heartbeat
          still aching
for the return
              of whirling wildflowers
    thirsty for a fountain of 
 mosaic memoirs ~
    a quenching elixir 
             brewed from hope
for I am a winged rose
     day-dreaming in 
        my meadow of magnolias
  weaving periwinkle crowns 
               with paper petals ...
   
yet I ponder
     am I the one you think
         about
  when evening jewels soar 
     curating a choir of peace
as the sun softly
    caresses velvety ripples
painting the sea in shades of love...
    or am I just 
                 a forgotten myth
          lost in the 
 alliterative archives 
                of empty words.....

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Paige Hind March 14, 2025 at 12:14 AM Written with musical style as only you can! Beautiful work.

Duke Beaufort March 10, 2025 at 5:33 PM IE, hey...let's hope you are the one! However, attraction is such a strange phenomenon. It's something very hard to understand. In the end and once we get going with a partnership, it just depends on what we do with it. We don't really ever get perfection in all of this...hopefully what we get makes us feel OK or wonderful even. We have so little control over another person...we must choose wisely! Smiles!!

Unseeking Seeker March 7, 2025 at 8:02 PM “ sequined in stygian sorrow “ how do you come up with these deep emotive expressions? Brilliant as always, IE, warmest congratulations on your top win

Paula Goldsmith March 7, 2025 at 8:27 AM I enjoyed reading your wonderful write again. Back with Congratulations on your wonderful/powerful write. Have a fun/blessed weekend as you write away................

Justin Bordner March 6, 2025 at 6:54 PM "Ultra violet veins compose an electrified elegy..." I wonder, do words give meaning to life, or does life give meaning to words...I say you give meaning to both life and words Poetess...J.A.B.

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 6, 2025 at 5:41 AM Dear Empress, I loved how your opening lines, "and we are, but dusk-kissed poems, many moons apart, sequined in stygian sorrow," immediately set a tone of bittersweet separation and longing. As I continued to read, I discover the juxtaposition of "dusk-kissed" and "stygian sorrow" expresses a wonderful picture of beauty tinged with darkness. Yes, the real question is whether you're the one thought about "when evening jewels soar curating a choir of peace" is heart-wrenching in its vulnerability. Wow, then there is the uncertainty expressed in the closing lines, pondering if you're "just a forgotten myth lost in the alliterative archives of empty words," is a powerful reflection on the fear of being forgotten or misunderstood. How could I not comment on such great lines of Faving!! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Lioness Onpaper March 6, 2025 at 12:20 AM while ultraviolet veins compose an electrified elegy,.. oooo very Northern lights vibe!!! Love it! galaxies of butterflies spiral through the sky untouched .. ooo that imagery is amazing!! whirling wildflowers.. mosaic memoirs… yaaaz … the alliterations papiii!!! the sun softly caresses velvety ripples painting the sea in shades of love .. mmmmm ur piece is an absolute breeze !! Love the flow..

Valsa George March 5, 2025 at 10:08 PM "I am a winged rose day-dreaming in my meadow of magnolias weaving periwinkle crowns with paper petals ..." This is your dream and hope. Sweet Empress, how I wish your dreams come true. But we keep wondering what's our place in the heart and mind of one who we love dearly. We are constantly plagued between hopes and doubts. This state of mental oscillation is so powerfully presented in lines- "or am I just a forgotten myth lost in the alliterative archives of empty words....." Here I sense a tone of deep melancholy. Beautiful poem with stunning metaphors!

Sotto Poet March 5, 2025 at 6:07 PM Dearest Ink, Your outstanding verse is about longing, unrequited love, and the search for connection among emotions of solitude and existential inquiry. You reflect on your emotional condition and the nature of your relationship with someone you care greatly about, wondering if you are remembered or valued by that person. Nature, heavenly bodies, and transitory beauty are metaphors for the speaker's emotional depth. Your word choice is rich and vivid, with a mix of sensory and abstract vocabulary. Terms like "dusk-kissed," "stygian grief," and "ultraviolet veins" conjure a striking vision that engages the senses. Metaphor ("winged rose," "a crystalline cradle"), alliteration ("galaxies of butterflies"), and personification ("the sun lovingly caresses velvety waves") all contribute to the poem's emotional impact. I send you my best wishes and plenty of light.

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2025 at 4:45 PM I love how you ended with the wondering of what you are to this person . . . Or empty words. Your metaphors were so lovely. As always, Ink

Paula Goldsmith March 5, 2025 at 1:02 PM Your "mosaic memories" is a wonderful/powerful write. Love your ending. "of empty words....." So sad.... Have a great and blessed day writing away..........

Victor Buhagiar March 5, 2025 at 12:33 PM An enchanting poem with splendid alliterations and metaphors. A poem that is a literary exposition of every thing that's beautiful in nature.

Alesia Leach March 5, 2025 at 9:42 AM Oh, this is absolutely breathtaking! Mosaic Memoirs reads like a celestial dream woven in poetry, where every line glows with a haunting beauty. Your use of imagery is mesmerizing--“sequined in stygian sorrow” and “ultraviolet veins compose an electrified elegy” feel like pure magic, blending darkness with an ethereal light. The juxtaposition of cosmic elements with fragile, earthly beauty creates an aching sense of longing and unattainability.

David Crandall March 5, 2025 at 9:34 AM beautiful word picture you've created. i feel there's in yearning in these words.

Zyrool Gifford March 5, 2025 at 8:50 AM Hello Ink, reading your poetry puts me in a dreamy state, like your words in the last Stanza. As always a beautifully crafted, my friend. Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 5, 2025 at 8:03 AM - We always paint our words, as butterflies in swirling wildflowers - nobody knows who we are ... we create our own image :) - A beautiful and interesting poem, Ink :) - hugs

The Aura Rhymes March 5, 2025 at 7:51 AM I love the opening ! Dusk kissed! Where on earth do you get words from ?