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   

THErapist

lush upholstery—

silver coin buttoned trim,

A violent submersion—

evoking shadow’s sight

stucco-spattered ceiling white—

diffusions scabrous tainting’s scrawled

retro accents paneled walls

daggering deep the squelched shield

behind a glassy pane, a clockwork’s revealed

praying for the cuckoo’s song

sixty minutes long—

paid to see …

What kind of bad or crazy I must be…

          

An Otherwise Empty Parking Lot Outside An Institute of Higher Learning

Volatility unprovoked

First comes fire

Then there’s smoke

It’s in this hell that I awoke

Bludgeoned, tired

On aggression, I slowly choked

The cement, crimson soaked

Left with air as my sole desire

All regrets were then evoked

It was here I softly spoke

Yet each world only grew their rage higher

And they laughed…

As if this all was but a joke

Playing the Victim Again (Blank_Space)

Carnivorous wrath

Gyrations stutter

As clenched teeth hold,

         Cervical spasms left to right

         Thrashing the victim in (Blank_Space)

Vulgar beast

Culturally devoid

Of couth

To the brig

I sentence thee

To the plank

I’ll walk along…

I’d do

Anything, anything

To escape

This nightmarish ride

Anywhere, anytime

Please allow me this flight 

Predator

Chin to the shoulder,

Locks assail the eyes insecurity, lash growing longer,

 Phantoms pressing stronger, a torsos’ quest for purity hindered in spinal insecurity,

A mental shift is taking place, doors will break and secrets bleed, acuity diluted from forge to wake,

Chimeras and the emotionless candor of a paradigms’ quake,

Skin colorless, pores tight to touch, sweating venom

 As procured vision corrupts,

A postulate case of acute asunder,

Desperate prayers spoken in distress,

A fever born from out, flexes within,

Worlds of words, submitting to a plundering plight,

Grasp then fall, clasp then crawl, around the corner

 Rivers of dementias’ beckoning call,

Implied paranoia, injecting gall,

Mind growing colder, will tasting stale

Eyes to the front, Ears in the right,

Vision off centered, audibly censored,

Eyes in reverse, Ears leaning left,

Sight unseen, Decibels in splendor,

Cadence coming from beyond each corner

Footsteps bolder, Breathing faster,

 Knees chest high, piston-like thunder,

 Chin to the shoulder, Chin to the shoulder