Equinox: Forest, Poetry and Color
Name: Ruby Meraki Oenomel/Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Country: Canada
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Title: Calliope's Cook Book
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In the ballroom of istnienie, gilded, in shadows, chandeliers drip
Opulence in grace, versed air thrums, sophistication, belies
Poetry is, my dream, a delicate twirl, betweens, pretense compounds
Authenticity, when silk-clad whispers glide, syllables draped in?
Colored backgrounds land courtyard elegance,
Live in words, wind
A mardi gras of compass, weeks, that triple, partial and eclipse
Wood as tissue, traces, twisted hidings depths beneath a polished veneer, high
Bat, buttons, brush and bum odes allocate
Pin, parchment, push ballads, past signed judgements, rush
Cigarette smoke curls, secret, so my verses want to say, alter
Pookie through, conversations, my sonnets, chant, laughter squirts through
Sparkles of champagne, my similes pole, frozen, a siren’s song?
Masking the tremor of solitude, pen
Here, my lines, vessels of untold, stories, chiseled by rain, old to?
Refined pygmalion battered, quill hides, gems in bushes, beneath?
Facades
I
Breaded ink mirthful screams, and, salted dreams letters scatter?
Ballads glance, a brushstroke on the canvas of connection, reeds, and
Milk and ink feathers my poetry of unspoken pleasantries
Lines at amazon exercise, barking up the wrong tree?
Haiku, a lexicon of coded words the nod, my poems charm?
Slight an arch of an eyebrow, what is your versed dream?
The art of knowing without knowing at all? Jack trades bullion
My poems unveil beats.This intricate waltz, armors, my verses my haven
Dreams since five, have
Texts, fragments of vulnerability flicker, what, should I pen ?
When I see nothing, poetry looks back
Struggling against, the gold, night
Oh, to be sophisticated
Terracotta alone, to navigate, gold, silver charcoal the long and short of it
Yams, rams, clams to balance on, the tightrope of grace and grit, wield wit like a rapier, my pen
livres fill in
Pendant lines cutting through, the artifice of the trivial, endangered
Etched, emoting while the burn contradictions?
My poetry is your dream?
Pen forging beauty in shadows, eye closed flutter an army of
Intellect, and emotion air, wrap, link
Look closely
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You see the strains, stains and stins, the woman, a poet cloaked in
Pearls, a dream to touch and touch turns on dreams?
Words woven to love meter, the man, an artist cloaked in, pretense
Questions, fighting the tidal waves of expectation
Pencil shavings that yester retro
Every beat pulses yearning, lines capture anchors for depth
Pour beneath the surface, tiger, between lines sage reed
A refuge considerations reside, my poetry dreams, it's solace
Look, the orb yellow jogs the terrace
Only pirates find voice in quite, corners cut
and bleed
Butterflies?
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And the caterpillar takes the crown
So I sip my cocktail, clinking mirror against glass, poems, my homage to the peels of am
Bleachers, bands and jerseys poetry sweats
Foundation locked, enrolled in, the chaos that nests, within
Doping dreamers, trimmings, caged in writes.
Lines like tenderlions, moats a pack with a joker
Verses bistro, bumble and bars savvy
Rites, rights, writes, roaming the expanse of elegant masquerades
Until incursion puzzles seeking connection scheduled
Strings
S/O craving understanding, rugby that yields
Ties, in the dance of sophisticated whispers, ties
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Poesy-o-Klink demures I ken not
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And?
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Red Eye
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Stretch
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