Torn Sun Rises In Japan

~ ~ ~** ~ ~ ~ ** ~ ~ ~ a torn sun once wholly wise, the kind that sparkled whistling eyes now a broken porcelain ,echoing screams from windows’ stain booming through shattered rooms, waters of black -skinned moons swish-swash slammed again, those gulps that cannot quite explain why serenity obi-sashed in stenciled rite, as current raged into that night of damp coal rimmed with mold, of hours drowning seismic cold until each mouth a frozen ice, a scarred evening’s genocide faltering without one chance, like rakes in dark shadow’s prance . oh, rage that flung in past times, they murmured lantern chimes in every road and churn, more fires ate the swelling burn bones splintered from space; some offered vows, some said grace now, thousands seek felicity, to slowly walk in dignified tenacity hands pluck the soil, the rice fields; etching fresh name with gentle shields as if to trace what’s left behind, on crepe stars a new hope they will find the promise of a waking sun, to toil and build till weary nights are gone and once more claim the gold of sky, until hearts’ wounds are mended dry. *each line is a rhyme in itself all rights reserved © ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ SPONSOR: Debbie Guzzi CONTEST: Tribute to Japan