Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Sixteen, Tears In The Kyoto Skyline...

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Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Sixteen, Tears In The Kyoto Skyline...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

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In The Mirror

0 posted 2017-12-06 02:42 AM

The evening sun slides away like a crushed peach
while a rice paper partition opens between the geisha and a man

She extends her lithe, white arms as if drawing heavy curtains across the sky
Her face is painted to perfection like that of a porcelain mask

Her willowy body kneels as she tidies the broken Sake cups
preparing to be tenderly violated beneath cool silk

Her music and her poetry soothes her sorrows that must not be spoken
upon the winds that sing with the next rising sun

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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1 posted 2017-12-06 05:26 AM

This is really good Bluesy! I don't know what prompted this sensitive piece but you did it justice. I think it is cool you took it from the woman's perspective. ~L

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

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In The Mirror

2 posted 2017-12-06 10:37 AM

Thanks so much, Miss Lori! As for "what prompted it", I 'extracted' the idea from a poem I wrote a long time ago that I was reading.
As a young Marine, I spent time in areas of the Orient...some of the places were 'friendlier' than others, but all stirred my youthful emotions. My muse wanders a lot these days and I try to keep up with it. Thanks again...

...just bein' Bluesy

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