Well springs within the conscience
flows an indigo river, staining the veins,
slowly coagulating the hemorrhaging veracity
until what was crimson in figment fixations
bleeds as cerulean clarity.
Breath inhaled through a scroll,
eyes a victim of prism sunrise,
world unfurls as festoons of metaphysical tapestry.
Heart learns to swim in an ocean of ink,
as a buoy bearing the bongs of profound,
chiming to the swells for vigilance
where it resounds by intuition instead of volition.
Somewhere in the sapphire haze of inclination,
being lifted upon a zephyr wind of lucidity,
becoming the muse’s feather
formed as a quill that spills the droplets of invention
raining upon the mind,
its song of light oft beyond one’s control,
a mortal metamorphosis
from mental vagabond voyages
to fingers that sing in azure notes
the serenade of souls,
registered on parchments
woven around one’s very skin.
Author notes
Prompt: User name: penman
A contest entry
- People Prompts by sheltered.
600 points, ended October 29, 2008, 11 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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can't list all the lines I loved
but that last one "woven around one's very skin" wow
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Breathtaking imagery.
Where do I find a
buoy bearing bongs
these days anyway?
Nice alliteration
smoothe
and an ending
that fit perfectly.
You are the pen man.
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