Geisha
By marandina
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Geisha
Where black rain once fell
from laden Eastern skies,
ichor now seeps at sunrise
onto white mountain tops.
In a land of bamboo walls,
sliding doors, silent hearts,
her quiet alabaster beauty,
a face of painted porcelain.
From the House of Okiya,
she walks among blooms,
smile schooled in enigma,
a union only of arcane Art.
Prescient like the lotus,
we breathe in symmetry,
tea served with decorum,
this Paradise of Pagodas.
Butterflies on Mount Fuji,
cherry blossom in Kyoto,
lost sunsets of Hiroshima,
neon dreams of the Orient.
We bow for one, final time,
hands held in supplication,
our sepia past now coloured,
Tokyo tale told in tranquillity.
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How many women
... are presented as painted automaton by folk who never write of their lived truth, only what men want to see?
"smile schooled in enigma"
Key line, in a thoughtful piece; good stuff Paul
Best, Lena xx
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Excellent work, Paul. Editors
Excellent work, Paul. Editors make note: this stylish poem deserves a golden cherry.
Cheers, Luigi
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'reflecting a bridge to a
'reflecting a bridge to a past' - it's a fascinating country isn't it? I really enjoyed this, thank you for posting it!
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Is this based on a holiday
Is this based on a holiday experience? Even in this country, I feel lost when someone doesn't have the facial expressions I am used to, and feel able to read. In another country, the language barrier hinders understanding, and cultural experience differences, and sometimes the body language unreadablity, make contact and understanding and getting acquainted so much slower. Rhiannnon
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Hi Paul,
Hi Paul,
some evocative language described in your poem, of a revered land and its people, that is stunningly beautiful and mysterious. I especially loved stanzas three, four and five.
Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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This lovely poem is Pick of
This lovely poem is Pick of the Day! Please do share and retweet if you can
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Congratulations Marandina!
Congratulations Marandina!
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we breathe in symmetry and
we breathe in symmetry and breathe out poetry.
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aye, every game a must win,
aye, every game a must win, even when it isnae. is.
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I found this very calming to
I found this very calming to read. A eulogy of restraint combined with ritual and luminous beauty.
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I enjoyed the poem. It paints
I enjoyed the poem. It paints pictures of Japan for me which means it has worked! I am not sure I will ever fully appreciate what it might be to be Geisha, certainly mysterious like so much about Japan, and also beautiful! But this certainly paints a picture of both!
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Some great descriptions there
Some great descriptions there: I particularly liked, and felt saddened by 'lost sunsets of Hiroshima'!
Also 'neon dreams of the Orient' , which somehow seems to sum up the present days perfectly!
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This is our Poem of the Week!
This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations!
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congratulations again
congratulations again Marandina - very well deserved!
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'Tokyo tale told in
'Tokyo tale told in tranquillity' had such a calming effect by the time I reached that wondrful last line. Just wonderful, Paul.
Rich
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