Essence

essence incarnate,
moving through a wormhole,
finding my own Oz.

all this grayness that weighs me down
evanesces into strange hues,
bleeding emotion into the atmosphere.
listen!
listen!
she is singing a song
too beautiful, too sorrowful,
to the melody of ten thousand pianos
so perfectly in sync.

this clock that ticks toward my death
melts like a Dali,
dripping hot wax on my eager hands,
promising something I can only dream.

Author notes

Prompt: pic

A contest entry

Deep Thinkers Picture Prompt #1 by delightfulmess. 1800 points, ended September 2, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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delightfulmess
September 2

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oooh such sultry vibes... I found myself reading and re-reading this over and over.
I enjoyed the way it can be taken in several different ways. It is abstract but not over the top at all. Well done, I enjoyed this piece very much. Reminded me of some dreams I have had were it was a vivid sensual blur... Sigh...

thank you so much for entering my contest and also for you patience.

Delila
ajocean
September 2
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admit it you like dali more
rowzeeboat
July 16
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very profound... and extremely well written <3
Denerica
June 26
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Really deep...got my imagination soaring. Well done. Blessings.
- SpydurPoet
  June 26
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  thank you.