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   

Amusia

Where once velvet chords would tremor

Like the veils to the feather of a tungsten floor

Breaths of inhalations deep, slowly

Columned their way, unto

The secret side of inner peace

Today, a cold statue divides,

As would the wall if still erect,

Coinciding with the concept of birth and death,

To which delusionary visions have been known to house

I had grown so very fond of sound

Therefore,

It does not surprise me at all

That Amusia

Should strike

It’s deafening, defining blow….

Like so many curtain calls

Destruction tends to enjoy

Standing above

It’s bloodied prey.