Ink Empress Poet Ekphrasis

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Wind from the Sea, Andrew Wyeth

I am tempered in tender triggers
    of transitory ticking tunes,
as the air feels heavy ~
     with withered whispers 
of waning reveries,
a mercurial mirror to
               my burning skin...

I've nurtured the nature
               nestled between 
 nuances of nostalgia 
feeling the nudge
              from wistful noons
freezing my thoughts
to follow the fleeting ebb and flow
of slipping silence,
 swerving through
            curtained homesickness…

     but why must the salt 
 of sea-breeze melt into memories
hope knows how the heart 
           heals with hurt 
whilst you see not the
             pained palpitations
amidst light of life liquefying
 into unmerciful minutes ~ of time…

O time ~ the tricking tamer 
    restricting inner resilience
straining the summer softness 
       retrospective recurrence
        rewinding on repeat,
leaving me searching for
           the falling familiarity ~ 
rays of wavering warmth
   to feel the pulse of pleasure
                     closer to 
           the confined corners
    within my conscious thoughts... 
  for grey is throttled in grievance 
heeding not the restless rhythm
of wind and waves 
ferrying the ocean-highs 
speaking to my skies 
              ~ catching catharsis ~ 
    as heat unbuttons 
        the soul of azure
   alliterating the alienation
   of breathing blistered bliss
aching across the shifting
      shadows of unmoved fields 

   and I waltz… a wanderer ...
        sleeplessly swirling
through the love-phased
           lace of longing
replaying the comforting touch
from yesterday’s dawn  
the sun and
 moon that soothed whirlwinds
     of weathered 
               wild-jasmines ~

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David Crandall June 27, 2026 at 4:19 PM I love your final stanza,"... sleeplessly swirling through the love-phased lace of longing..."

Andrea Dietrich June 25, 2026 at 7:43 PM As I read this , I was thinking : I just know THIS was a winner . I got to the bottom and saw the congratulations. Way to go, Ink.

Sara Kendrick May 25, 2026 at 4:15 PM Congratulations on your winning work in Brian's contest. Way to go. Sara K.

Justin Bordner May 22, 2026 at 1:12 PM Her fingers play with a gossamer of love, and it feels like a sticky ache, the most delicate bruise from the most beautiful pulse. The window whispers wisdom in shades of cream and crimson, she can smell his auburn aura, sense his spirit, and has faith in his kiss...J.A.B.

Joseph P. DiMino May 21, 2026 at 8:46 PM "rays of wavering warmth to feel the pulse of pleasure closer to the confined corners within my conscious thoughts..." -- How lovely, very nice. " and I waltz… a wanderer ... sleeplessly swirling through the love-phased lace of longing" -- Just superb. Great poetry!

Lioness Onpaper May 21, 2026 at 6:03 AM tempered in tender triggers of transitory ticking tunes, with withered whispers of waning reveries,oooo the alliterations papi!!! a mercurial mirror to my burning skin... mmmm u caramel crispy goodnesssss!! I've nurtured the nature nestled between nuances of nostalgia…mmmmmm mind went somewhere else .. I call them chimichangasss (o)(o).. leaving me searching for the falling familiarity.. what u searching for papi!!! Here I lay!!! In a field rays of wavering warmth to feel the pulse of pleasure closer to the confined corners within my conscious thoughts... I mean … ahem!! I lay here on these assemblie of grasses .. you see me or no? as heat unbuttons the soul of azure… I know rite i unbutton tooo !! alliterating the alienation of breathing blistered bliss.. oooo that’s amazing!!! This piece is the purest beauty of creativity papi!!

Paige Hind May 20, 2026 at 7:17 PM "hope knows how the heart heals with hurt " ..."triggers"... beautiful!! Paige Hind May 20, 2026 at 7:17 PM faving it

Robert James Liguori May 20, 2026 at 5:26 AM ‘ replaying the comforting touch from yesterday’s dawn’… sometimes our memories are the greatest things to hold on to. Very touching poem Ink. Ink Empress May 20, 2026 at 9:35 AM Memories ~ whether good or bad can feel a bit sad when we hold onto them and look back, and sometimes things seem greener from right here. Our minds trick us. However, memories can also be haunting, and nostalgia overwhelming. I always appreciate your kind support, dear Robert. Sending you light always! Stay blessed

Lin Lane May 20, 2026 at 4:56 AM Now, there's a painting I could stare at for hours and feel, not see what enters through that open window. Memories flowing on the wind to remind me of the daunting loss of a loved one as if the wind carries his ethereal ghost back to me from the sea. Somber colors painted that are perfectly recognized in your line, "...grey is throttled in grievance." More exposed in my favorites, " but why must the salt of sea-breeze melt into memories." Poetic verses to sigh over... Ink Empress May 20, 2026 at 9:33 AM Thats exactly what the painting is about linnersz, I always get on my facebook to look for art that could connect and this one straightaway hit me deep and I read a little about it and it exactly aligned with my mood! I really find something nostalgic about the painting and its very evocative and inspiring. Your paintings are as good as this tho! Thank you linnersz for supporting me always! Sending you light always