Kunoichi no Geisha
Sitting lightly
In my Very own
Darkness
And smiling brightly
With Arms
More folded
Than the laundry
You left at the feet end
Of our once
Shared tatimi rice mat
A distant flute called
Discrete warnings
Tho softly and broken
Like a bruised
Chrysanthemum
While the strings of
My Father’s old wood
Shamisen each
Bleed fresh poetry
It was then
I found the daisho
Hidden
In the folds of her
Favorite kimono
Yes
It dawned on me then
I still craved sushi and
Dear Kunoichi was no
Ordinary geisha...
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ....... Not everything beautiful is just beautiful.. some of those things are dangerous too.. N
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A fine write N.
thank you O..... N
Trust is a wonderful thing but we need to be so careful who we do trust - and love.
I too like sushi.
How true... Good man.... Cheers GF60...
Neville
Your talent for taking readers into poignant situations is first rate my friend - I could feel your lonely darkness revealing a remembered loving togetherness with an extraordinary geisha who is now no more............. an emotive read.
thank you again dear friend and poet..... N
Love for sale can have many a price offered by many a seller at a bidding from the highest bidder. The bidding is not always monetary. These underworld is a cruel and powerful entity.
Another of your haunting mystery pieces penned to thrill today.
thank you .. I'm off away for a day or two.. but if you want to know more about this. give us a nudge... cheers now
Thanks DA... Much appreciated sir ..... N
Another top notch write - your pen is magical.
Thanks Michael, that means a lot to me sir... N
Very interesting and beautiful write Neville! "Tho softly and broken like a bruised...."....An amazing metaphor!
Thank you so very much Christina, your impression and comment are both much appreciated... Neville
you are welcome! 🙂
Everything beautiful is dangerous, but what is life without a little danger, and mystery as so well penned by you
You are write of course, and thank you for popping in today my friend... I am struggling making contact as am travelling and my phone is playing up....
Without danger would being safe feel as comforting? Just a thought. This was well written Neville!
Thank you friend, much appreciated... Neville
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