Winter Jasmine
Written: January 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
Quote by Poet: " Let the tempting appeal of Jasmine ignites your inner ambition and drive for success".
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In the hopeful shelter
of apathy or amnesia,
people become mournful.
It reminds me of the mayhem
in Elysian Fields,
where masked emotions intertwine
I long for faded foliage
to flourish as flickering firefly flowers,
as our elusive essence mingles
with the winding paths
of my shagged out spirit.
Deed me details on
winter Jasmine. . .
I can't grasp why the sun
has ceased to shine,
leaving me languishing in loneliness,
chilled and crushed!
I feel isolated, weak, and aging,
with no one to rely on for solace.
Everything around me evolved
into a katabatic vacuum expanse.
Such sorrow fills my soul,
serrated petals lend flowers a lacy cast
It will remain with me forever.
Wondrous winter jasmine,
vividly vibrant against the white wonderland.
Petals poised, painting the panorama
with sunlit splendor,
piercing through the pristine frost.
Serene sentinels of secluded sanctuaries,
their scent softly shares
secrets with the swirling breeze.
Below the barren boughs,
blooms beyond stance arise
a pledge of idyllic petals
tucked in a winter cold embrace.
Set sparks soaring on this dreary day
Chiseled from the cherished celestial shard,
Serenading sweet melodies,
seamlessly woven with spicy zest.
Glistening green gracefully greets
the winter winds.
With a tapering torch, a twisting trail,
stitching strands of this sinister web
as nimble trees
tenderly touch the bare sky.
Impertinent glances,
greet each gleaming gaze.
Tinkerbell twirls through
tangled thickets,
lifted as a lark's lovely lullaby.
From summer swiftly soared,
here revived to witness
the wistful wands,
with whimsical whisks
and the harmonious hum
of halcyon hours.
Bright and buoyant as fingertips
that blaze with brilliance,
and such lazarean dreams.
Melodically crafted, the manuscript~
made its melodic message clear.
Featuring splendidly synchronized
steps and streams,
frolicsome as fluttering flowers
in the fragrant fields.
In a sparking snub,
winter woeful woe.
Guffaw, then, in the night,
your gleeful glow!
Whistle sprinkled splendidly to stud.
This hollow harbinger of gray
with glimmering bright,
lucent like Pandora
promising dawn.
Bestow brilliant beacons,
from the high, flickering flame.
And strut in with warmth
in the winter’s whisper.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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