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Written: August 16, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker
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"conjoined with the whole - we play our life role
exuding a scent - granting love consent"
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Conjoined with the Whole
Not as sovereigns,
but as sylphlike strands,
woven into a ductile tapestry—
Each act of kindness forges
a bond within the communal consciousness.
Love is not a shadowy incantation,
nor a glamour to inveigle us into isolation.
It is hortatory, beckoning forth...
a rosy summons to convene,
amid the clangor of squalor and sojourn
to supplant the slipshod ache
with a warm intention.
We are not mere wanderers
adrift in nebulous vacuum—
We are emulous embers,
thirsting for the amaranthine,
avid to imbue our days,
with seraphic resonance.
Community is not a chimera,
It is pavonine in its iridescent truth,
multivocal in its sweet sorrow,
edacious for connection
but never laden with avarice.
We do not dismiss the burden—
We collocate it, we share it
withdraw from silence,
and cast aside the Icarus myth,
a tale of solitary flight,
Even the untamed child.
crumbles for the quest of kinship—
Even the weary elder winnows,
the soothing balm of a neighbor’s touch.
Love sanctions its courtliness—
not merely a whispered sigh,
but as a philanthropic deed,
a calyx protruding,
amid the clamor of desire.
To love is to be an iconoclast
to find solace in a gentle embrace—
to forbear the yearning
to anathematize others
to witness the evocative elysian—
in the eyes of the distraught.
We are not aphonic.
We are harmonious,
even in our disconsolate times.
We are evocative, full of meaning,
even when our souls feel drained.
And when we reflect,
We accomplish this together—
in the emollient of shared grief,
in the soothing touch of shared joy.
So let us frolic with abandon,
Let us explore the hidden meadows of our lives.
Let us gather in our joy,
transcendent in our understanding,
Our sense of self is transient.
Let us be love—
not as an elusive dream,
but a tangible act.
Let us be united with the whole.
And play our life roles.
with eloquence
vibrancy,
and grace.
In the mystery of the unknown, where thoughts flow like a river,
my being seeks innocence, unknown even to myself,
I am free, at last, to be silent, to bathe
in the quiet of your promise of promises,
like the pear tree in the garden, which feels beauty,
but never asks why such splendor is here.
On monsoon days, full of rain and longing,
locked within, yearning to explore the seas and the galaxy,
the tree beseeches the rain with a silent plea,
not to be judged by your deep gaze,
like a solitary companion who remembers,
my name scratched on the asylum walls,
as I was letting go of ideals,
I saw in the forest the tumult of life,
the remorse of a nymph who was once a virgin,
the stars were there, but of accidental origin.
In cosmic solitude, we seek unseen connections,
the universe calls us through symbols and dreams,
we dance among shadows and lights, seeking meaning,
in the chaos of existence, we lose and find ourselves.
We repeat, like a ritual, the words that become incantation,
archetypal images embrace the soul,
in a hypnotic musicality, we immerse ourselves,
transforming as the poem carries us
into the depths of being, where we find peace and truth.
In the deep silence of the night, when the stars sing their longing for light,
I find myself floating among the shadows of unfulfilled dreams, lost.
Breath becomes an esoteric rhythm, an incantation of life and death,
While my mind whispers like an echo from forgotten depths: breathe.
The night is an ocean of thoughts, a labyrinth of unrest and fears,
Where each breath becomes a ritual of silent survival.
I try to rest, but with every moment I awaken in another world,
Lost between the heartbeats and the whispers of time, always attentive.
Shadows carry my steps through the chambers of memory, like a dance of the soul,
Each step an incantation, each thought a search for hidden meaning.
In cosmic solitude, my connection with the universe becomes fragile,
Like a silver thread linking dream to reality, light to darkness.
Each breath is a portion of eternity, a whisper of the infinite,
And the night reveals to me the secrets of time, of unknown existence.
I wander like a ghost within my own being, seeking impossible rest,
Caught between sacred breaths and profound thoughts, seeking peace.
Darkness becomes a dance partner, a guide through the chaos of existence,
And I, the seeker of meaning, lose and find myself in its rhythms.
In this stream of consciousness, where time loses its shape,
I surrender to the waves of thoughts, in an endless journey.
Thus, in the heart of the night, when the stars tell their silent stories,
I always return to myself, to the endless quest for tranquility,
A pilgrim of dreams, crossing unknown realms of the soul,
For in the cosmic chaos there is always a thread of light guiding me.
Peering through a starless veil,
A pallid eye—above the din
Spies furious shapes of tooth and nail,
Neath creaking giants with cracking limbs
A ghastly fiend with nary an eye,
Gaping maw and slithering tongue
Stretches taut a leathery hide,
To beat upon a tethered drum
Motley creatures with vicious bite,
Crooked spine and bony spurs
Caper 'round a flickering light,
In mottled skins and ragged furs
A supine figure amid the row,
Kissed by visage in shrouded garb—
One hand reassures a trembling brow,
The other, holds firm an ornate barb
An incantation from a gnarled crone,
Her fingers outstretched—snatch the moon
Thrusted steel through breast and bone,
Herald forth an inexorable doom
The suffering flesh—a siren song,
To The Horror lurking yon The Pine
Spawned in The Void of the Cosmic Throng,
Of shape and form that breaks the mind
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Piercing through the flickering veil,
A carnal gaze that churns within
Eyes curious shapes that bow and wail,
Repays in kind with a charnel wind
An eldritch tongue—like scoured sword,
Smites the menagerie on its knees
Withers the vine and sours the gourd,
Parts bird and bark from the trees
Sinewy beings with leathery wings,
Borne from the flame—flit to-and-fro
Pluck lifeless things like violin strings,
To marionette a puppet show
Neath weeping giants with blackened limb,
Infernal corpses, made to parade
The crone crows a hymn through hideous grin,
Sour on the wind, a sweet serenade
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In the cold, cruel dark—an icy refrain,
The soft, pallid glow—now scarlet red
The crone props her bones upon crooked cane,
And ventures forth with her army of the dead
Do you truly believe that I have torn through the centuries with invisible claws,
unveiling the arteries of time like strands of silk,
only to evaporate into the mist of forgetfulness?
That I have ravaged the peaks of celestial laws, tearing the throat of destiny,
until its blood wove itself into the fabric of your name,
only to unravel like autumn leaves?
I have rewritten gravity, making it kneel, contort,
to draw every atom toward the sound of your sacred breath.
Empires have collapsed in my palms, for I refused to hold
anything other than your essence, which I adore like an eternal altar.
And yet, you stand there, asking if I will stay,
if I will rot like the others, if this fierce love
will completely devour you and spit you into a chasm of oblivion.
Tell me, how many suns must I slit at the throat, with their blinding light,
before you stop seeing me as a relentless blade?
How much of the cosmos must I tear apart, star by star,
until nothing remains but the proof of my path to you?
Even if I engraved your name on the altar of every fallen galaxy,
you would still flinch, as if my devotion were the meteor meant to destroy you.
But darling, I have already destroyed the heavens for you, set the laws of nature ablaze,
made ruin my incantation, just so you wouldn't have to.
And yet, you ask me if I will stay, to face the winds of forgetfulness.
When the sunlight breaks upon her face
Ascending like a lover’s eyes
It listens to a gentle song
With notes that run, in whispered breath
A fleeting mood, that twirls aloft
And circles in a morning breeze
A mantra of incantation
Stirring thoughts to meditation
And rising lightly, against the dawn
The lilting voice, which calls her name
Sun whispers like a whippoorwill
Her wings are leaves, that dance and sway
Each move exhales, so crystal clear
A bubbling brook, sweet, crisp, and pure
She stands alone, this flower child
She flies with grace, without fanfare
But petal by petal, to grace them all
So softly there, in whispered breath
A timid soul, a quivering chord
A sonnet of love, with languid words
Color sparks, that kindles bright
Of meadow larks, in spiral flight
Wings made of silver, she flutters along
With trilling grace that wraps around
A wreath of mist lifts off the ground
A rainbow in a morning song
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An empty trace – part 8
The shaman held the vial near
it trickled slow into the glass
A shimmering this welcomed tear
as precious moments came to pass
He shook it slow with tempered stroke,
the gem, his staff, once more did glare
Again the incantation spoke,
an emerald glow was everywhere
“Return this beauty to her form
of daisy rush and willow feel
To cleanse the soul of poisoned storm
and sorrows cast as to reveal”
The sun now but an empty trace,
a fainter amber light is found
As nightfall rushes to the place
above horizon’s silent ground
Another drop, his fingertips,
then quickly to her mouth did lean
To place upon the tender lips
of this, the kingdom’s precious queen
He feared this might have come too late
as others in the room agreed
Yet not with words, but quiet wait
their silence floats on hoped for deed
This staff, its light begins to dim,
the healer breathes in heavy sighs
“I fear, I fear, we have lost him,
indeed our king this hour dies”
When then a flickered lash does flow,
another comes as if to thrive
As now her eyes they open slow,
once more, their queen has come alive
In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects,
Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths,
Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos,
When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call.
Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations,
A thread of cosmic dust binds our destiny to falling stars,
Uniting our wandering souls in the search for light,
As in an incantation of mystery, we seek the answers of divinity.
In the labyrinth of silence, where words are merely shadows of thought,
We gaze toward the horizon of oblivion in search of profound meaning,
We listen to the murmurs of the universe, whispers of eternity,
In a cosmic waltz, we surrender to the desire to know the infinite.
Existential loneliness dances on the edge of time,
Embracing us with the invisible wings of mystery,
In the rhythm of a heart beating like a cosmic clock,
We lose and find ourselves in oceans of stars, awaiting the answer.
Through the window of the soul, we contemplate the chaos of the world,
In a play of shadows and light, we seek the hidden truth,
When the moon casts its silver veil over the eternal night,
We feel we are part of an old, forgotten dream, dreaming to be.
Thus, in the cosmic silence, we weave our fragile desires,
In waves of light and darkness, we dance on the edge of infinity,
Seeking connections with the invisible universe, wandering in search of essence,
In a world where only those who dream can truly see.
We remain in the stream of time, in the endless flow of existence,
Embracing solitude as an old friendship,
For in the deep silence, we find answers to unspoken questions,
And in the chaos of harmony, we discover the essence of who we are.
From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise,
On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars,
In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard,
Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light.
Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear light,
On the wings of time, we carry our desires like old mantles,
Echoes of the past resound in the depths of our soul,
We seek to unravel the full symphony of life beyond the dream.
In the mirror of dreams, we see fragments of unspoken truths,
We travel through abysses of silence, where shadows dance,
Beyond the veil of time, the unseen universe unfolds,
In every blink of light, a new beginning is born.
The river of time flows with whispers, carrying us to horizons of fire,
Every step is an incantation revealing the mysteries of being,
When we meet the unknown, we discover the essence of destiny,
And thus, we awaken from the illusion that carried us through the eternal night.
From the chaos of dreams, order is born, unraveling the mystery of the soul,
Every thought, a key; every feeling, a gateway to immortality,
In the dance of the stars, we find the lost rhythm of existence,
We delve into the depths of being, where silence becomes light.
In the silence of a dying star, I wandered through the cold and empty space,
I, a dimmed light, falling into nothingness, seeking meaning among the shadows,
Until her cosmic pull caught me, called me with her silent voice,
I began to burn with new flames, melting into her mysterious light.
Each second that brought us closer made me lighter, nearer to the dream,
And when impact turned into embrace, I didn’t scatter into space,
I became part of her, merging with her endless, green forests,
In the vast silence of the cosmos, she was no longer alone, but full of song.
I sang in her deep oceans, where waves whispered ancient tales,
I rested in her skies, where clouds danced to rhythms of eternity,
Always held by love’s gravity, a magnetic field of unending desires,
Thus, I became a word spoken by the universe, an incantation of light and shadow.
In existential solitude, I found connection with the invisible universe,
Seeking meaning in cosmic chaos, I discovered the search is the path itself,
My verses flow like an underground river, carrying thoughts as precious gems,
And in this soul’s poetry, I found eternity in a moment of love.
Metaphors dance, esoteric symbols ignite the sky with unknown mysteries,
Ritualistic repetitions invoke a musicality that transports to poetic trance,
In cosmic nostalgia, contemplating mysteries, I became a dream of eternity,
For in her love, I found the lost star, reborn in the harmony of the universe.