Specked with a minute fleck of bane,
A caressing dialect, enjoyable as glacé fruit.
In disbelief, a cultist's propriety.
Pigment, that of a white suit.
Hills veiled in ice pale in every comparison.
Adorning malice upon the garb, -
Stain on an unblemished forethought.
Others consider it sordid,
Disregard them: for it is not.
With as many characteristics of a xylophone,
It certainly sounds like one, too.
Incisive, though soft.
Upbringing imagination, arousing a conscience to be filled with
Ceremonious gardens laced in jade, and koi ponds
Brimming with crackers for the tiny ones
As the chimes dance.
The shadows of the sakura sway, along with the temperance of the wind -
And petals flow down like a stream in the sky
To implant with hope a once troubled, yet now eased mind.
The shape and frame of a piece of art:
An ode to possibility.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ----- A poem about a girl. So I'm a sappy guy all of a sudden. Very acute turn of events I would say. "Laughs and cries internally." I hope you all enjoy this work, as I was very happy to write something uplifting for a change. Please enjoy, and feedback of any and all kinds would be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Here you go guys, a small but humble glossary! Oeuvre - a work or piece of art - Contour - the shape or frame that binds something - Glacé - French for a glossy fruit, due to being preserved in sugar - Sakura - The type of flowered tree in the picture posted with the poem. Asia has many of them, and they are very popular.
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Comments3
A great read and refreshingly original.
I'm very grateful for your saying so, Michael. Thank you very much.
I don't know if you're the luckier guy to have witnessed a beauty like this, or, if she is the luckier for having been admired in such great form!
How nice of you to say my friend! Thank you very much. For now, her visage is payed due tribute. Haha. Thanks again!
A fine write Nicholas.
Thanks much friend; For stopping by and your kind words.
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