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Woman Of Art
Without words, but not without silk
a dance, a sundown sweeps
dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves
low soaring in a golden autumn glow
koto plucking fingers flow
The kimono bestows her
a frame of winter frost
frail forearms chambered into sleeves
lines of brocade pine trees
their needles bare of snow
Moonshadow muses
and a choice infusion, verdant, a spring
showcased through steam
Lips pursed - petals rouge
cheeks pressed white
green pressed tea
Midsummer now
to sated men;
clutching cups of little hot springs
with their own air to breathe
Published 22nd Jun 2018
Author's Note
In honor of the geisha. I attempted a seasonal undercurrent as well.
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22nd Jun 2018 9:42pm
22nd Jun 2018 10:39pm
Simply flawless ... this is what great poetry looks and sounds like ... congrats on winning my poetess
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Anonymous
25th Jun 2018 9:27pm
I saw you where poet of the week and now see chosen poem, rightfully so as this is elegant and flows naturally. A fully encompassed piece of passion and insight. Congratulations again
27th Jun 2018 8:17am
7th Jul 2018 6:55am
Many others ;
But This :
"dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves"
I was in ancient Japan !
Thank you for the many exquisite images !
But This :
"dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves"
I was in ancient Japan !
Thank you for the many exquisite images !
7th Jul 2018 8:25am
