China Shop
Fluffy dresses, flexible limbs
longer lashes, blinking eyes,
rosy cheeks, painted blush,
shiny faces, far-off places –
a universe of possibilities
all held in the real,
warm hands of my unreal self
I peer into the glassy eyes
on a ceramic face
from Eire, Scotland, India,
Israel, and South Africa;
she sightless gazes back
unseeing stare, impervious –
oblivious to my porous flesh
that drapes the inner heart and soul
holding China shop
of possibilities
I put her back upon her stand
left hanging properly
with raiment fitting
politically –
correctly sitting, demurely being
herself immutable –
and I turned for one last look
at perfect tresses, pleated dresses
in an imperfect world –
and there appeared what seemed a tear
a fluid drop I did not see before
and, perhaps, it was the breeze
that turned her to the open door
I think she saw; I heard her say
without a word, just through her eyes
how blind, how dumbly mute are they
as I who watch as true love dies.
But life and love go on, remain
for those who will to try again.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-02-02 at 15:04
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