Porcelain

A little revision and dusty off from some time ago....

Porcelain

 

We should write of this world as though it were the wisdom of life…

life to come...

pleasantries poised in this very moment,

from remembrances which were…and never could be.

 

A dreamers’ ruse rises beyond this fragile plume of night.

A silent,

heady,

intoxicating bloom…

   seized upon one perennial solo eve.

How oft it is the skies turn so midnight…

...blue?

 

The alliteration of twilight always lifts the aching within.

The distant wind whispers,

exhaling in lofty tenderness,

far, far too soon...

floating to the hum of the distant reaching moon…

 

There is comfort in the know,

comfort amidst terror in the sages of delightful sight.

In cadence does she surrender her shadow play, 

anew.

 

Perhaps it has come to matter of nothing….

That we should write of this world as though it were the window to life……

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Reading your soul in letters here... from the name... pure and white... writing of the world as we wish, with all our hearts. How that is the gift of the poet... beautiful, moving life comes through your words... dark and light... So much slips through our fingers... so much we desire... may we learn to create a world filled with all we could hope for.

[Seriana]

Thank you dear one! Your thoughts are always so delicately sweet and inspiring. There are simply too many words, too many circumstances, too many choices to write them all down, no? But why don't we try whilst we have the chance? Thank you again for your kind words!!!

[An owl on the moon]

I shall try too... some say I'm VERY trying! :D

[Periac]

i read through this again just to enjoy the journey a second time around
as it’s meanings change over each read through

[Seriana]

Thank you so much for both of your reviews! I'm glad it touched you enough to come back for a second read :)

[Periac]

how oft it is that the skies turn so midnight...blue?

brilliant really

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, there is such hope in this piece...
the way the world is in such chaos now....we need that "window to life"

but these days that dream of peace does seem a ruse....your words come together in such rhythm....
great read....
j.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much for your comments. I truly appreciate them. Glad you enjoyed this piece!

[Franky]

You are an excellent poet. This write humbles me.

[Seriana]

Thank you Frankie. I am so pleased that you enjoyed this!

[Franky]

No problem. I enjoy reading quality pieces. You have a lot of poetic skill I see. Most of the rest of us are lacking that I'm afraid.

[Seriana]

LOL, nonsense. Everyone has beauty all to their own. Some are beautiful deserts, some mountains. Some are jagged icy rocks and others city landscapes. But all are unique. You have to have an appreciation for them all!

[Franky]

Quite true. Thank you for pointing that out.

[Leran Vakem]

What to say about this. Just one word comes to mind... Amazing!! This is a totally amazing piece of work
Thank you

L.V.

[A hare off]

As if standing at the window of the poets mind, smooth words take us to new places and visions. Your poem is quite deep and thought creating. What is it that we see when we look? What do we expect, what do we create for our own use. Another beautiful poem.

[hanir]

Such a marvelous write!!!
Clever. Soulful.