Torn Sun Rises In Japan
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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
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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