Random Spurts Of Poetry (#Wattys2016)

Ink

A bottle of magic ink,
Crimson bubbling
With the warm blushes
of sunset
And the undulating roll
of hills
With the pensive deep
of the oceans
And the wild freedom
of the winds
With the rough
of the woods
And the sooth of salve
on skins

Skins tainted
With purple patches of
passion
And the green of
greed
The vermillion of
victory
Waiting to be spilled

To be spilled
On the chests of
men
In white silks
Marking,
claiming,
lingering
Waiting to be
inhaled
Like poppy seeds -
Intoxicating

Intoxicating
Unsettling
Unraveling
Senseless chaos
In a flood of meaning
It makes monuments
of bones
And from tears,
gemstones.

Like an abstract painting,
Poetry is... all beauty

All the flawed beauty,
Extracted and distilled
Into a bottle
Of magic ink.

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Note: I don't know how it is appearing to you, but the spacing is looking different than what I intended on the website and on different mobile screen and font sizes. If it looks absolutely weird, I apologize. I tried to fix it, but I don't know how. :(

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Dedicated to @zubinj for being an awesome brother and beta reader!

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Hi everyone!
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Until next time,
Anna