Sotto Poet Poet Other

Zephyr Oxidation

Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest,  Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand

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hands aegis
        sculpting lullabies
 cradling
      warmed by 
          candlelight - wax
                  flesh
                      muscle 
                
  breath
      zephyr
          exhales 
                 inaudible eulogies
      exuding oxidation
                    of
                turpentine

         nectar 
           of 
        ebony & 
               onyx
varnishes in 
                      liniment
           to coddiwomple
fingers &             
          dactyls
 tracking 
                     ectoblastic 
                                     layers

 labyrinth puddles
                  yen's fuel trigger
   perspiring
                    bruised   blooms
           quivered    reverberations
                declining
                        blossom

           obscured in
sunken strands 
of 
sprouts
&
   burial site
         effigy melting 
Inside
              silk gloves

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Sara Kendrick March 27, 2025 at 4:37 AM Way to go with this winner. It got it just right. Congratulations. Sara K

Ink Empress March 26, 2025 at 10:17 AM Dear Sotto, Its a brilliant open verse just as brian would like and admire and i love your wordplay and the way it flows from one line to another and how youv especially written “ nectar of ebony & onyx varnishes in liniment to coddiwomple fingers & dactyls tracking ectoblastic layers” your use of colors and such exquisite diction makes this poem worthy of a win definitely! Best wishes! Sending you light always

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 25, 2025 at 9:09 AM Hello Sotto, Your words always leave me in awe, and this piece is no exception. It’s like stepping into a dreamscape where every line pulses with texture and feeling. "Hands aegis"—what an opening! It immediately pulls me into this intimate, almost sacred world you've created, where hands cradle and sculpt not just lullabies, but the essence of creation itself. Keep coddiwompling through your creative landscapes. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Anne-Lise Andresen March 25, 2025 at 2:35 AM - I agree with Victor's comment ... I don't understand either ... You have a wonderful poem here, Las :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - Have a lovely day :) - hugs

Victor Buhagiar March 24, 2025 at 11:52 PM To be honest, I admit that I do not understand the mechanics of Strand's contest. Your poem is indeed deep.