Poetry Reading

Oasis of Solace…

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In the hushed depths of a soul’s yearning… echoes of hope dance like flickering flames…

Longing, a delicate thread that weaves through the tableau of existence… a whisper deep in the heart…

In the boundless expanse of dreams, aspirations take flight… like birds in an ethereal ballet…

Hope, a radiant luminary, casting its celestial glow upon the darkest nights… a beacon of possibilities…

Through veils of uncertainty, hearts cling to the promise of brighter tomorrows… an oasis of solace in arid deserts…

In the silent embrace of longing, desires bloom like fragile blossoms… their fragrance, a consonance of possibilities…

A yearning heart, an orchestra of emotions… harmonizing the notes of anticipation and vulnerability…

Hope, a prism of colors… lacing the horizon with strokes of anticipation…

In the tessellation of life, longing and hope intertwine in an eternal dance, fueling the flame of aspirations…

And in the depths of a longing heart, a dormant fire awakens… igniting the path to fulfillment…

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Cadence of Prose…

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In the hushed corners of libraries…where whispers of forgotten tales lingered…she sought solace…her heart yearning for inspiration…

With fingers tracing the spines of ancient books…she delved into the worlds woven by words…seeking refuge in the artistry of others…

In the maelstrom of pages, her muse stirred…unveiling secrets…unlocking dormant dreams…

In the verses of poets, she found a harmonious opus of emotions…an ethereal melody that resonated with her soul…

She danced upon the syllables, twirling in the cadence of prose…each sentence a brushstroke on the canvas of her imagination…

Her pen trembled with anticipation…as she wove the threads of borrowed inspiration into her own verdant brocade of words…

For within the inked pages…lay the keys to her own narrative…a wellspring of creativity waiting to be unleashed…

And so, she whispered gratitude to the writers who came before…for their words had kindled the fire within…igniting her own literary journey…

In the tapestry of literature…she found her muse…a prism of borrowed brilliance…that blossomed into her own unique voice…

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Evocative Expression…

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In a world of muted hues and monochrome narratives…

inspiration burst forth like a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, an explosion of creativity against the backdrop of conformity…

The brushstrokes of imagination danced across the canvas of possibility, splashing hues of passion, courage, and boundless dreams…

A consonance of ideas harmonized in perfect synchrony… painting the tapestry of inspiration with strokes of evocative expression…

And amidst the black and white…

a resplendent palette emerged…

inviting hearts to dream… minds to explore… and souls to soar…

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Whispered Dreams…

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In the realm of solitude… memories whisper… silence echoes… solace found.

Fragments of life scatter like stardust…

woven upon the tapestry of existence…

moments etched upon my soul.

Echoes of laughter and tears in a tender breeze…

harmony of joy and sorrow resounds through the corridors of time…

Twilight reveals secrets…

night sky conceals mysteries…

observer of enigmatic dance… beyond eternity’s grasp.

Yearning to capture the ineffable… essence of fleeting bliss… held close to trembling heart… beauty lies in impermanence…

Embracing the ever-changing tides… surrendering to the dance of shadows and light…

sanctuary found in whispered dreams… delicate balance of ephemeral presence…

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Renascence…

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Effulgent Phoenix…

Firing again and again…and again…

Concussively…

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Introspective expedition…

Seeking that which I lost…

Seeking me…

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I have wandered, aimlessly at times, and sometimes I have just been still…

So very still…

Seemingly in stasis.

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Evocative epiphany lurking in amongst the exponential everythingness of each day…

Always present…

Beckoning me onward, inward.

Days in and days out…

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And then…

One day…

One luminescent, magical day…

It happened…

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Renascence…

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Waiting for the rain…

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On the precipice of reality’s revelation….

Staring out at the majesty of the sea…

Thoughts wander aimlessly…

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My life’s imprint…

Introspective…

On the cusp of inspiration…

Illusory images of illumination…

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Enigmatic longing…

Destiny ever so slowly revealed…

I wish as the waves roll on oblivious of me…

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I wish for epiphany…

Enlightenment…

Knowledge of Fate’s intent…

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Contemplation of the ocean… timeless…mysterious…immortal…

Lost in the rhythm of its reaching to and fro…

Enchanted by its gifts which permeate all my senses…

Glimpses of future tempting me to push further…

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I wait for any answer to my quest…

I wait for direction…

I wait for peace…

I wait for the rain to fall…

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Embrace…

 
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Souls’ touch three times…
Once in acquaintance…
Twice in the furtherance of knowing…
Thrice in embrace…
Either for the goodbye…
Or for the staying…
 
That interchange of me and you, adding, reshaping us both in ways hitherto unknown.
 
The Soul’s language is pure emotion. Our thoughts evoke said emotion…
our words ignite them like match to flame.
In good ways…bad ways…all ways in between.
 
I will always carry a piece of you, and you of me.
The length and breadth of our entirety.
How much of each of us we give or take, isn’t fully up to our proportionate desire…
it goes deeper than that.
 
In some cases, I am so grateful for this interchange. And sometimes…
I wish to have the piece of me back for it was given to a poor steward.
 
Time’s alchemy reigns supreme and soon enough I will be carried forth on its waves to new shores…new experiences. New embraces.
 
 

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Transcendence…

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Transcendence via paper and ink …
         New dreams ignited by old dreams…
       An Amalgam Transmutes…
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  Twisting branches of thought, in, around, reaching to the glitter of stardust.
Infusing their magic within each new growth…
      Day after night after day…
          Not a Wishing Tree…
              No…
                  A Dreaming Tree full of the blossoms of potent portent…
    Birthed, faded, reborn…waiting…
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       Endlessly waiting…
          For Eternity…
                            For Enchantment…
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            Waiting…
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                 For me…
 
 
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Consume Me…

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It would be so easy to open myself to your love…

To fall fast and furious…

Fiercely intense chain reaction…

Combustion inside and out…

A mere thought of you the ignition…

My longing…my loneliness…my needs…the fuel for this fire…

This exigency flame enveloping us….

Your words caress from the inside out…

Ubiquitous desire…

Fulfilling yet….

Leave me aching….needing….wanting…

More…always more…

An addiction that is what you’ve become…

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Whether you will enhance me or destroy me remains unknown…

It would be so easy to discover which…

If only I could open the door to my soul and let you in…

Let you consume me….

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Evermore…

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There on a sandy seashore…

Waves crashing…

Warm gentle breeze…caresses seductively…

Softly blowing…playing with my hair…

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I sit and stare…

Majesty of the sea…

Escaping reality…

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All senses heightened…

Suddenly aware of everything…and nothing…

Watching…waiting…

Sand between my toes….

Salty spray envelopes softly…enticing…gently…

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Tranquility…

The sea whispers…

Secrets of the ages…

Eternal treasures…

Brought ashore for me to explore…

Gifts to see, touch, discover…

Cherish…

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Footprints in the sand…

Trail of my journey…

Washed away…

Nevermore…

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Till the next tide…

When there’s even more to explore…

Evermore…

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