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My life wrapped up in so few words
A paradox of convoluted simplicity
There’s basically what came before~
then what came after you
With you intrinsically at the core
at the heart of my life
All in all it’s been one long
winding scenic roadtrip
With polychromatic memories
and treasures amassed
All culminating now into
this one bubbling cauldron
I am pressed by a sense of urgency
to make up for lost time
Once the soul of an artist
trapped in a butterfly without wings
I now feel whole and compelled
to creativity and leave my legacy
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on September 27, 2019 for contest STORY OF MY LIFE IN TEN LINES sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting,
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
R a i n ~ a misted mirror
coated in petrichor pain ~
fused with memories
pirouetting through the
veiled salt of the earth,
caressing the Pina Colada dreams
adrift in the icy-blue air,
amidst clouds soaked
in prismatic hues ~
arching like opalescent canopies,
to hide the despair I’ve draped
in dragonfly hues that no one knows
but the moon and his
merciful silver, forever stroking
the silken surface of s i l e n c e ~
homed within my
heart that aches…
And along with the thunder ~
came confetti of scars,
a piercing flash of metallic truth
revealing midnight rays
of how I’ve long been the storm ~
a murky sky of cracked constellations,
a rush of roaring torrents,
driving my thoughts to the honed
borderline of tremors and torture ~
teetering on forsaken fragility.
O dahlia dawn ~
I am the splitting tempest,
the spectral outline of
electrified lightning.
I taste the bittersweet flavors
of opaline stars ~
trembling in angst,
as fleeting sparks of the buried past,
too, feel the hurt beneath
the pansies of paradise,
where angels unfurl their
wings, sprinkling tears of hope
upon the battlefield of
shattered dreams,
lamenting the endless war
that burns in the olive-green
orchard of the grief-struck mind,
where fairy-lights
flicker neon hints of
prejudice through broken twigs ~
a pitiful perception,
amplifying the echoing embers
floating above puddles
of weathered lilies,
stained with dust and powder,
weaving a requiem for the
f a l l e n jewels,
walking through the trails
of bruises and tilted tulips,
bleeding poetry ~
beautified with
polychromatic phrases
and falcon ink that cuts
through paper promises,
leaving nothing but a restless reverie,
breathing in the quivering
warmth of quietude…
Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star
Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat
See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece
I bid thee welcome upon my doting journey midst the forest boughs.
Give thee welcome to this, my visioned passage into the trees.
Thrice bound within the wood's dark embrace.
Where ancient tales did lead our youths apace.
Wondrous visions served as a hiding place.
In spectacles of many-hued grace.
An aged sprite hath slumbered there for ages told,
Invoking air, and fire, and waters cold.
Leading dreamers down a winding way,
Of folded parchment where inklings stay..
There, the mind doth drink and feast its fill,
Midst gods and gnomes and fey of wondrous skill!
The Ascent to Wonder!
Lo! In the distance, a mountain peak doth rise!
Tis Asgard beckoning to the mortal eyes!
Where winged insects meet with sci-fi strange!
And stars do sprout wherever feel may engage.
Into another dream the spirit flies,
Creeping through the heights of rhythmic verse!
To seek the rugged bards who myths rehearse!
Green-cladd poets, blessed with thoughts divine.
Whose phenomenal folk in glory shine.
Fierce spirits of the air in ceaseless flight.
Forevermore, in paths of infinite light!!!!
The Return of Radiance
Thirdly, unto the realm of light once more.
Where sunbeams pierce the forest's ancient floor.
Through gracious trees the warmth of wisdom flows.
As from the seeker's mind, a vision grows.
A truth eternal born of wisdom's might!
Trapped in the forest,
These old stories carried youth into the woods.
Extraordinary dreams to hide in.
Polychromatic spectacles.
An old elf dozing there for years.
Invoking air, fire and water, leading dreamers down a wondrous path!
I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from stellar heights
when blood rose within lies in siesta.
Aureolin strokes of firm faith transpire,
thawing blue icicles on frosty thorns
Tossing pastel petals dipped in despair.
Yet, stars above the raven valley mourn,
sprinkling pixie dust upon mellow horns,
Hoping someday there'll be no unseen tears
Pushing soulmates to the pyre in forlorn.
We rewrite neon swan-songs with no fears
Perhaps, black is the synonym of love,
woven to the silver wings of midnight.
~Come enjoy
.. a resplendent stroll in Angela Angelica ~..
Foliaged-clad shrubs
versatile petal kissed pathway
whispering a soothing welcome..~
Opalescent sun rays twinkling on the
azure forget-me-nots
Serenade of gardenias
in a moon kissed fulfilling orchid tapestry
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r f of a wild hued butterfly dance
Twilight dappled touch pattering towards
~ flirting fuchsia peonies
Glistening under crisped moonlight
blooming symphony of vermillion hues ..
Subdued roses
singing mellifluous melodies under a hushed starlight
S e k e
p c l d luminous shadows
in sync with the ongoing night.
Bouquets of lavenders leaving
a senseful exquisite odoriferous mist
Oh the
polychromatic, invigorating visual feast
in a powdery mystified seductive night
of Angela Angelica.
Children will hear children will be told
Of the stories of once, in colors so bold
Only black and white are left in this world
The rest all have turned to mould
Grey is the sky, grey is the ground
The sparks up above are turning black
as they fly around
Tears rolling down faces in monochromatic eye's
Everything is colourless or have we
Just become color blind?
Yet in my hands, I hold this little
Polychromatic portfolio, seeing
all of those colors left so long ago
Wherever you are and wherever you grow
Please reappear into this black and white hold
Where have all the colors gone to?
Please tell me if you know or have they
vanished down below
Get them quick, get them bold
If you want your black and white stories
Bleed color as you grow old!
In the dark I stood hand in hand with you
At the laughing polychromatic field
Of illusory time with wings of blue
Expectant to have your crimson wounds healed
It was I who spoilt the mathematics
Enthralled by a pair of jingling pink feet
Rendering my sensors problematic
Choosing the hilly apples amply sweet
At its core were ravens that I didn't know
Take my ice in your fire and let me melt
So said I and waited for a blue blow
But met just stones that in the cottage dwelt
It was right that you couldn't forgive my flaws
Meanwhile time flew on the wings of white cranes
Both of us kept loyal to the love's laws
Had time sat intact at that romance lane
Nor do I need to erase the pink pain
Some aches seek preservation in white chest
I cherish living in the time again
Listening to the rain-drop sounds in breast
If I could just turn back the hands of time
I'd have burnt myself in your restless flame
I'm sure we could have gotten back the rhyme
Many knots I couldn't resolve in the game
How long will last this pain gnawing at heart
Some say you will return at a new dawn
Though I see no trace of grace in desert
Cups of balmy time for ever are gone
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October 11, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time
Poetry Contest : Sponsored by: Silent One
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018