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Shikata ga nai

When the twinkling trust of tamarind tides, cascades in catastrophes and turmeric-tinted tulips become a treason for sun temples ~ I slowly drift like a diluted drop, ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx, where the nefarious nightglows unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon, resting in thunders of the third eye and our spirits are but ~ a shimmering mirage sequined with glittering glaciers, and refracted through those remorse-stained rubies ~ which can decipher the language of frozen innocence, scaling beyond the bioluminescence of invisible intuitions... I have always hoped to be a himalayan healer, for those hailstorms hissing in heartbeats, as ~ twirling on the telepathic tales abstractly alliterated by those mannequins, moonwalking upon reversed psychologies, has bejeweled me in frostbites of scorpio soliloquys, and shivering songs of Selene ~ serenading in the sirens of aurelian wavelets, have evermore erased my exhaled initials blaming me for being a wingless warrior.... maybe, I will keep blossoming in those sherbet buds of shikata ga nai ~ where feral footprints follow your faith, and star-spun fuchsias fall in fate's freckled embrace ~ for, I no longer flicker in the tyrannies of those teasing the tempest of my temperament, lured by faceless predators of promises... I'll be slumbering on the pillow of peace, praying for pomegranate pendants to paint a pearlescent paradise where this Persephone can inhale apricot aromas of aging affection... So, when life loses its lyrics and glorifies brutality above the beauty in brokenness ~ I'll be my own samurai, phrased like a featherless saviour, shielding those benevolent butterflies still breathing in me ~ and walking along the wonderland of ninja's neon nocturnes where the ninth gossamer gemstone forevermore whispers versatile verdicts in those jalapeno jurisdictions... when I became nothing more than a raspberry ribbon smoked in tar of sunset octaves ~ the lord will be cradling my poetic tomb, where the rustic remnants of saint sapphires shall be splattered as music for my ears and an eden of falling fireflies for my eyes... " I am a dandelion dialect in your darkness, sedated by silken silvers upon orchid sepals ~ surfing as sunshine in your sandalwood skin, for, each estuary of esoteric embers laces my home with soul-searching chimes, whistling away in flavours of forgiveness... "

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Date: 11/12/2024 4:36:00 PM
Lovely writing, Hiya...enjoyed your perspective here tonight- you're an amazing writer and way beyond your years, <3 glad you can share...
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Date: 11/11/2024 3:37:00 AM
The 'dandelion dialect' made me smile. It is such a visual for me, with small children in the family blowing the dandelions in the yard (Spring in Australia). Dandelions are big on communicating. Keep blossoming. You make such unexpected alliterative lines of beauty. J :)
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Date: 11/11/2024 2:47:00 AM
"I slowly drift like a diluted drop, ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx, where the nefarious nightglows unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon," -- Spoken like a true mystic. Love it! "I'll be slumbering on the pillow of peace," -- As you say, true enlightenment brings a sense of peace and divine love assurance. "shielding those benevolent butterflies still breathing in me ~ " -- Magnificent poetry! "whistling away in flavours of forgiveness..." -- Indeed. and also forgive one's self, as we forgive others. Not to make of one's self a cut-out orphan to the graces we freely give to others~ "do not eat thine own heart". Spectacular read!
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Date: 11/11/2024 1:28:00 AM
I missed this poem that has been placed. Well done and my apologies. Your poem deserves praise as it is so well written.
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Date: 11/10/2024 11:58:00 AM
Thank you for writing for my contest and congratulations on your placement.
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Date: 11/10/2024 10:20:00 AM
yes, a transformative energy seeps into your images with a slew of metaphors and alliteration...forgiveness is healing, hiya , lacing your home with soul- searching chimes!
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Date: 11/10/2024 3:52:00 AM
You certainly have a gift for words Hiya, you've woven together a beautiful and memorable poem, God bless you. Xx
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Date: 11/9/2024 11:23:00 PM
You always write so beautifully, Hiya. I couldn't begin to name all my favorite images
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Date: 11/9/2024 6:32:00 PM
Oh but you are a healer dear Hiya, a healer who heals with words and phrases that anoint the soul and the heart. You write so beautifully, who could resist reading this
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Date: 11/9/2024 10:42:00 AM
Dear Hiya, your ability to create unique and stunning images that carries the theme of your poem, forgiveness and resilience, is on full display here in "tamarind tides" and "turmeric tinted tulips" while displaying your mastery of poetic techniques. A truly wonderful poem of hope in chaos Best wishes for the contest. Blessings on your journey of hope.
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Date: 11/9/2024 10:31:00 AM
Dear Hiya, angelic star; this is such a powerful poem, i can hear the voice and essence of a resilient soul, that would rise above all and still thrive beyond darkness! How creatively youv interpreted the prompt phrase and delivered it; with such brilliant metaphors and exquisite imagery; and your faith flowing such a flawless manner throughout your well woven lines! “ So, when life loses its lyrics and glorifies brutality above the beauty in brokenness ~ I'll be my own samurai,” yes and i believe you will be your own samurai, as you are stronger than you would know, young but one that has such an mature soul. I also loved~” I am a dandelion dialect in your darkness, sedated by silken silvers upon orchid sepals” the alliterations there!! Profound!!!! Best wishes, and its a fave!
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Date: 11/9/2024 9:25:00 AM
Dearest Hiya, soulful poetess, I enjoy the blaze of your creative imagery that illuminates my imagination to see the shapes of spiritual, physical and emotional imagery in a new light of poetic artistry. I especially admire "I have always hoped to be/a himalayan healer,/for those hailstorms/hissing in heartbeats" - vibrant use of alliteration.. and "my exhaled initials/blaming me for being/a wingless warrior...." wow! deep and personal and impactful! Your poem is sumptuous in its beauty and rich in the scenery of your mind, heart and soul. A beautiful poignant journey through your exquisite verse. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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