Ink Empress Poet Free verse

Picasso Paradox

my mind is an abstract vase,
adorned with 
     crystal gold lines~ 
                 from pixelated pearls
homing 
      whimsical wishes
               and 
      blue-rose reveries,
a Picasso paradox
           painted 
                with 
       sculptured serenity...

but as violin warmth
                of melancholia 
 ricochets in 
                 hypnotic cadence
listen to the 
              lethargic starlight
   orchestrate a concerto ~
depicting this tired tongue,
   s e a r c h i n g 
for a major chord
         of magical mellifluence
to summon the 
           silver 
                  of your 
                        citrine moon... 

for when i n k 
             flows between 
  sun-blushed seas
             in feisty meter
I still trace your
        blue-blaze vibrance~
drawing an ardent ambience
             of l o v e 
                         before the r a i n...

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Duke Beaufort March 20, 2025 at 5:12 AM IE, ahh so your ideas are complicated to fathom…or perhaps we have to think about how all the pieces fit together. In an interesting way, you’ve described your nuanced writing style. You often add melancholy or a condition that complicates what you express. This is really a pleasure to read several times and picture your art slightly differently with each pass. Ending with love and rain is interesting…it’s an ambiance that we can think about in many ways. Smiles!

Paige Hind March 19, 2025 at 9:15 PM Very, very lovely. :) Like the idea of Picasso paradox, it's interesting.

Linda Alice Fowler March 19, 2025 at 9:33 AM I flowed along serenely with this write Inky. Just lovely. :)

Sara Kendrick March 19, 2025 at 3:35 AM Congratulations on your poem's presence on the winners' list in Brian Strand's contest. Way to go. Sara K

Andrea Dietrich March 18, 2025 at 10:53 PM I love when your poems are shortened like this. Still beautiful but just the right size. Was this for a contest? Sure to be a winner. Pixelated pearls. So many other creative images.

Justin Bordner March 18, 2025 at 5:18 PM The makeup of your melancholia is a season of beauty refining the fresh features of your unique face, defining not age, rather defying sorrow's fragile rage...the petrichor of love is the satisfaction of this powerfully honest poem Poetess...J.A.B.

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 18, 2025 at 11:41 AM Dear Empress, I just read your poem and wow, it completely moved me. The way you write about imagery and emotion is truly magical. I felt every word within me, especially the longing and warmth that lingers throughout. Your talent shines through beautifully. Such a personal piece; it truly touched my heart. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Jan Allison March 18, 2025 at 9:33 AM Picasso couldnt have painted such an amazing picture as you have done with your words. So glad the ink is flowing! hugs jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen March 18, 2025 at 8:05 AM - It takes time to navigate through voluntary and involuntary changes, Ink - there is love in the rain too - hugs

Tom Cunningham March 18, 2025 at 7:21 AM Your vacation has recharged your golden pen IE, great use of striking metaphors. If its for contest, good luck. Tom

Silent One March 18, 2025 at 6:20 AM That is quite an interesting way to describe your mind and compare it to a Picasso paradox... Your poem has a lot of layers and takes the reader on a journey of complexities, but seems to finish with a moment of closure at the end , but still a fear that it will rain.. but are not all relationships like that with ups and downs... As always your metaphorical use is masterful and you have produced another quality poem.. I can see you have been missed on here.. All the best.. peace and blessings

Sand Blown March 18, 2025 at 6:15 AM complex eh......the non hidden images of salvador dali........len

Yann Rolland March 18, 2025 at 6:00 AM i am quite fascinated par the paintings of Picasso you related to with beautiful and subtle nuances, i have visited some exhibitions of the master, your poem is so touching and true, he would be proud working with you, bravo poet for inspiring always beauty

Lioness Onpaper March 18, 2025 at 5:50 AM my mind is an abstract vase, oooo dayum papi!! adorned with crystal gold lines… ooo that sexaaay!!!! sculptured serenity...oooo yessss!! lethargic starlight orchestrate a concerto depicting this tired tongue, mmmm the heaviness there is amazing!!! major chord of magical mellifluence to summon the silver of your citrine moon... oh that’s brilliant papii! ink flows between sun-blushed seas ooooo that imagary!!! Gorgeous ending as well!! An incredible piece of woven art!!!

Lin Lane March 18, 2025 at 5:24 AM and when your ink flows there is always a stream of colorful images. It would have to be a paradox to find serenity in a Picasso. Forget the meter... I like the feisty part.

The Aura Rhymes March 18, 2025 at 5:02 AM Amazing as always