That was Then This is Now
Written: April 13, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
Rumi Quote: “Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.” “Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.”
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Then
Love was an aesthetic aquiver,
an amber mist trailed me~
eagerly awaiting my experience,
upon awakening, I gaze below my pillow,
to descry what appears to be a fairy gift
always beside me, never hiding~
words uttered effortlessly
blithely beshrewing, my first outfit,
Love caught in apricity~
to test it, by smiling flirtatiously,
at my doll, Ken.
He burdly grinned—I figured he knew
Seventh grade offers paper-strip love,
the one who kept me euphoric,
Indigo glittery auric script, my love,
my heart is brimming with flowers,
violets, and blue.
Do you feel the same for me?
Now
Gone inner harmony ears sway~
Klatch hovers in ethereal serenity,
to dream away chimera,
water rules sway, and ambrosian sky,
this utopia simplifies life
searing copper—diaphanous screen,
Art optics are spirit, showing marvels~
amid dulcet waves and stars,
dazzling in vast dreamscape
and desultory humdrum chinwag,
Elysian strength outshines,
Ephemeral growth and decrease
Inane—ambiguous epoch~
dance and sports are esoteric,
relationships are ethereal—fugacious,
All hands cloud my dreams,
a dreamworld Oh! Oh! my ether,
At first glance, a smile says it all,
sparks dance and navigate,
in a lovely, gossamer utopia~
with a glow steers soul music,
Just one eye, moon, and sun,
we dance on seams again,
truth yields frivolous fantasies
rhythms and views garrulous
our celestial life inveigles kismet~
potential-filled hearts,
utmost lips, lovely when they touch,
dreamland is so lovely!
It softly sways in grace,
In my heart, I grasp myself.
Between then and now.
from Dad, stop setting my acts,
to, I need your wary eye, Dad
Between then and now
from Dad, you don't beget it.
to Dad, I'm lost in confusion,
between then and now,
from, Dad, stop your inquiries.
to, Dad, I got endless queries,
between then and now
From Dad, leave me be,
to Dad, never rescind me,
between then and now
I knew that my half had created my heart~
Inert history remains,
A stained future cannot last,
Ignoring present could cease it,
Over time, grief, fulfillment,
ambiguity and interplay.
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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