Of Porcelain and Snow

of bark,

a daggered dress

remains

teacup stains of pearl,

of shard,

a charcoal tint

blessing

marbled stones in gaze

of flame,

a wick—blustered

root—wrenched

tress—stamped to palm 

of clay  

a ruffled wing

plucking

sky-dress tattered pink

of puddle—

rubbered soles

skitter

citrine rippling wake

 Over at D'Verse they're hosting their FormForAll and this week the prompt deals with the connection between classical Chinese and Japanese poetry.  Blue Flute guest posted a tremendous write-up and asked us to compose a piece using tangible imagery.  I did my best here, and not entirely sure how this piece came to be, as  I started writing about fluffy yellow rabbits, easter-eggs and green straw and then somehow this disturbing piece of the uncaring/unseeing eyes of society, ignorant to those desperately in need of help.  Quite frankly, not sure if I should be concerned or not.   

Also, side-note here, I think I fixed the word-verification thing that I guess somehow appeared at my site.  So, if someone could just drop a yes or no in with their comment, if, in-fact, it has been pulled.  Thanks   

Invisible Days

The extracts,
In combination,
Distort rEaLiTiEs

Time slips coma
Weaving dream
Merger
Focus shift
to blurring
Searing sockets
Eyes red from strain

the cause is unknown

Portent patter
Filament's coal
Side-arm empty
Broken cypher
Keyless

Staring into what
distinction

Clouds pasture
uninhibited fringe of
tapestry
devouring the seconds
Revealing
nothing

You awake
In the middle of the day, (feels like night)

You awake
Still exhausted, (despite all the hours)

You awake
Not knowing
Where you are
What you're doing
When
How

Invisible
The days
Grow

Barely a form
as lines fade

Then you are
The one you were
for how long
Who knows.

But the pain reminds you
of all the hours lapsed
Just waiting for sleepers
to fall

Cosmic Lights

A blind river,

Rudely awoke,

Above beyond

The grey-white smoke,

That filled the air

Above below,

Ever gasp you’ve begun,

Cosmic artillery rushing down

They’re not viewing things as they should,

To threat they do not see,

Awake I beg, awaken me,

I would state the case so clear,

I’d flash the lights,

And reel the sirens till they hear,

A mission impossible to stop

Is a mission we allow to remain as dark,

A poltergeist from way before

A melody I won’t ignore,

A prophesy once told to me,

Where once my shoulders shrugged aside, today I fear we all may die,

All because of phenomena in the sky,

Cosmic lights in a world gone blind