Faded People of Porcelain

The picture is the property of Paris Renay, i hold no credit for it whatsoever. :P

Shattered faces
On stark display
Gaze emptily
Beyond their graves
On pedestals
Behind cold glass,
Etched with scars
That mark their pasts.
Faded people
Of porcelain
Withhold secrets
Stored within
Their lost eyes
That used to shine.
What did they see
Before the time
Their skin was marred
By ground and grime?
Let's speculate
Under the cold light,
Under scrutiny
Of their ceaseless sight.

Author's Note

Inspired by a picture that Paris Renay posted on this site. She also gave it the title it has. Thanks Paris :)

http://www.writerscafe.org/Purple%20Major/photos/yes,-even-this-one-inspires-me/85453/

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

It makes me think of third world children.They had shiny eyes of hope when they are born to find they are left in a place where they are beat to the ground.They have no past yet they have been born victim to the past and the only thing they know is this is not what they were meant for.I am probably way off to your meaning but this is what your poem made me feel.

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

A fine poem on lost souls lives John. Expressed with pure insight and tender control.

Life is a mountain, and despite the ground and crime, we still climb.

Beautiful flow to this ceaseless fountain of their youth.

Smiling at you

Tai x