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
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2019
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