Soul Ink

I Dried Ink My soul bled and bled dreadful dread… Affliction of addiction for a decade where My tree of life rotted with rancid rankled roots My fruit floundered with emerald apples covered molten moss with my wilted wormy fingers that reached with ragmitcal form and restlessly for the thugs of drugs My languid languished leaves spoke of listless language Splinters of my own barking bark stabbed my sullen soul Clusters of claustrophobic clouds covered me I rejected regal rain and shielded myself from sanguineous sunshine My poetry beat with breaths of ghoulish galactoid ghosts For my wan hope words wiggled and wambled within my being I summoned only sentences of sagging sadness II Blooming Ink Sanative solutions seeped within my soil for years upon years For enlightenment expressed the Excalibur haunting in my hematic heart A rising muse out of the mellifluous meadows charmed me with magic Poetry populated as poppies while I saturated all with supernatural songs For the chillness of illness of my cachexic state collapsed into nothingness As angelic auras sanded my wanton wood into a blooming basket of beauty Where my prolific pen kissed parchment paper with wish fulfilled words For my maturing mindfulness mind mixed with macrobian bliss My tree of life swayed with soulful sounds with swings full of children I greeted glorious glowing sunlight with serene thankfulness and moved with maculose moon who seduced through stallion storms For the art of self-love and the one who was the light to my shadows I mastered in the magnificent majesty with the magnality of everyday life January 22, 2019 Contest: That Was Then and This Is Now Sponsor: Silent One First Place