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: Seven Shades of Inspiration by Fleedleflump
It's Dictionary Time! contest entry



A dictionary isn't poetry
but avaricious minds live by the words
spewed forth in lengthy lexicology;
the perspicacity of the absurd.

They clamour with industrious aplomb
for phrases that will raise attentive glee,
vocabulary's intellectual bomb
exploding with applause's verity.

Sometimes the word 'betrayal' springs to mind
to barricade a foot inside the door
of inspiration's benefits, designed
to see the muse bamboozled and abhorred.

It's then that monosyllables will reign;
the effervescent muse never abstains.

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The effervescent muse never abstains;
instead it innovates to seize the day,
unhindered by the moribund cold rain
that dampens appetites and spreads dismay.

When desolation rules the atmosphere,
derogatory words will denigrate
our restless souls' demonstrable dark fears
with detrimental rants for anger's sake,

but jocularity defies the draw
of desperate depression in our hearts,
reminding us the future's still in store,
with all the ramollescence that imparts.

It's then, within our fortresses of light,
a humorous approach can grant insight.

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A humorous approach can grant insight
by poking at the sanity of life
until unravelled laughter shines a light
and threads the darn repairing undue strife

with yarn spun out from possibilities
and needles sharp as sly shenanigans.
The silly witticism grants us ease,
a pun is ammunition for our guns.

We duel naysayers dogging at our heels
denouncing our unmitigated joy,
but just occasionally they strike our wheels;
a vulnerability they can destroy.

When levity's bombarded from the sky,
sometimes the Katharos can pass us by.

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Sometimes the Katharos can pass us by,
depositing our conscience in a pit,
extolling all the privilege denied
us lowly ones denied all benefit

until the end of terminality;
inevitable destination's dark
existence for a personality
once earmarked for the pinnacle of spark.

Intolerable as these thoughts may seem,
a force exists to demonstrate the hope
of family and dreams of great esteem;
the strength we venerate to help us cope.

When navigating in your nadir's lee,
romantic beauty is your herbal tea.

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Romantic beauty is your herbal tea;
a bolstering tisane to fight the cold,
the gift of shared responsibility,
the path to replication for the bold!

We postulate in one another's stew,
pontificate on saturation's bliss
and paint the walls in our emulsion's hue;
reality is spectrum's armistice.

In colours multitudinous sublime
we sear towards our destiny as one;
aligned, designed, delineated time
will line up our pathology begun

as spirits both chaotic and in love,
so randomly we tease what's up above.

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So randomly we tease what's up above,
enrapt by our psychoses wrapped in text;
our minds create cocoons, protective gloves
and freedom flirts at anarchy's behest

so soon majestic carpets are our mounts,
wove from the mythical our minds create
and fuelled by poetry of grand word count;
the generating urge we're called to sate.

Lost in our consciousness, utopia,
its palpable arrangement boldly penned,
unfolds in rainbow's synaesthesia
and we're divinity, our will amend,

for every stroke of quill emancipates
anthropomorphic presences of state.

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Anthropomorphic presences of state
preside within palatial fantasy,
unhinging all the physics we relate
to living in our false reality.

And so the 'they' are lost to history,
become the fated 'we' of destiny.
Through strata of perception's mystery
our muse's destination's enemy

is myriad distractions referenced here;
by definition, inspiration's death
becomes pretentious trappings we all fear,
philosophy of wordplay halting breath.

Absurdist perspicacity can see;
a dictionary isn't poetry.


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Author Notes
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Like a precious stone turning beneath a jeweler's light, inspiration has many facets that call to us in different ways at different times. This is my journey from concept, through those very facets, to my personal conclusion. I'm sure we all have our own pespectives on our stones - like Cleopatra, writers are creatures of infinite variety; both a blessing and a curse.


My thanks to yeltel for sponsoring this wonderful contest. My thanks also to jgrace for the beautiful artwork.

The requirements are that every line must contain at least one word of at least three syllables, and that the poem must be in a rhyming structure over at least three stanzas - beyond that, the form is up to us.

I chose to write a Crown of Sonnets. This is seven sonnets in sequence, connected by repeating the final line of each as the first line of the next. In addition, the final overall line must be the same as the opening line, bringing the whole piece full circle.

Each sonnet is three quatrains with an ABAB rhyme scheme followed by a rhyming couplet, with all 14 lines written in iambic pentameter.


Some definitions that may or may not be necessary:

Ramollescence - a softening or mollifying

Synaesthesia - the visualisation of sound and other senses in swathes of colour, as often experienced by the blind.

Katharos - word of greek origin meaning untainted, peaceful, clean and pure

Tisane - an infusion of leaves or flowers used as a beverage

Anthropomorphic - having the attributes of a human form

Perspicacity - acuteness of discernment or perception


My grateful thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoyed the read :-)

Mike
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