Home » Poems » Sotto Poet » A Dazzle of Poetry

A Dazzle of Poetry

pulchritudinous ingots chisel and shades dazzle and illuminate umpteen reasons poetry is like a swirling, susurrus-sibilant chimera of innuendo arty souls, albeit vapid syntax around serene scenery, orbs, and idealism Is unction vital to adorn naked words with plumose wings? whose views of contentment, vim, and happiness? Inversely hamstringing people with arrows? sighs of sorrow sound sowed soil mothers, wailing and yelling out to unborn spirits as our hearts crave affection poetry provides its verisimilitude vacuum do susurrus coruscating suborn scarlet spills? deep within a stymie pirouette the tortured sinews of a troubled mind are twisting my life bill was still due till my final breath I bequeath you my spirit as expressed in sonnets I bequeath you my marrow, wrapped in iambic style I bequeath you my mind, crafted with mispronunciation sharing with those who owe me a xanthous soul

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Duke Beaufort

Date: 6/10/2024 11:43:00 AM

SP, I think you are saying poetry has a lot to offer and you make several suggestions on what/how it's done and what it does. It's quite an intertwined collection of expression that's fun to read and follow. The concluding lines as a form of last will and testament seem dazzling indeed as I form an image from each line. Smiles!!

Tonye George

Date: 6/8/2024 9:11:00 AM

Did I dive into a mystery land or at Sotto's hut? That opening line felt like I was hexed. I always love your vocabulary and use of rich words which creates amazing imagery. "I bequeath you my mind, crafted with mispronunciation sharing with those who owe me a xanthous soul." Loved those lines and the sprinkle of alliteration. A great piece Dear Sotto.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 6/7/2024 4:59:00 PM

your vocabulary and imagery were spellbinding as were your alliterative lines. I especially liked: sighs of sorrow sound sowed soil. The last verse was riddled with truth. Enjoyed your poem! Best wishes with the contest, your poetess friend in Texas, Sara

Miranda Hawley

Date: 6/7/2024 12:27:00 PM

Your first two lines had me thinking you were chanting magic spell casting incantations or something like that. Lots of images in this one. I do admit that several of the words you choose I actually need a dictionary to understand.

Silent One

Date: 6/7/2024 11:19:00 AM

Hey Sotto... This is a mesmerizing journey through vivid imagery and profound musings on the nature of poetry and the human condition. The opening lines, "pulchritudinous ingots chisel and shades / dazzle and illuminate umpteen reasons," immediately draw the reader into a world where beauty and artistry intertwine to reveal countless motivations and truths.