Flawless features,
Perfect expression.
Never a crack to be seen.
He questions that serenity,
Wonders at the lingering legacy,
Of horrors unknown in her history.
Looking close,
But not too close,
He tries to find,
The secrets buried in her mind.
A question,
That’s what he asks.
But the expression is unchanged.
Perhaps in her eyes?
A hint,
A whisper,
A ghost among the dead?
Her answer is steady,
Leaking through a million tiny cracks he cannot see.
Time is spent,
In earnest contemplation,
In learning her secret ways,
The million methods used to say,
All that cannot be uttered.
Time to strengthen their connection.
Beauty in that expression,
Carefully crafted ego,
Artful bravado.
Designed to conquer the world,
Damned to frozen perfection.
He sees the cracks then,
As their journey brings them closer,
Friendship blossoms as she speaks,
As they share,
Things he never had dared,
To dream before could belong to him.
But as they grow,
As he learns,
The cracks reveal themselves.
In their own time,
One
Then two
Three and more.
Tiny cracks
Old wounds.
Fissures and shatterings,
Evidence of her long, stony road.
Cracks carefully repaired,
Painstakingly filled and patched and smoothed,
Set back in place.
Kintsugi lines of gleaming gold,
In her porcelain mask
Behind which her eyes gleam with joyful mischief
Eyes in which he can see the terrible cost of gold.
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Dearest audience,
My words in your head are something of a clairaudience
Tortured rhymes notwithstanding
I've a quest that's most demanding
My thanks is offered
I hope you'll take what is proffered
For reading this repost of mine
Barely remembered I'd written it in time.
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
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Comments (4)
I like the reveal of a person you grow closer to them and they show you some vulnerability and how it only serves to make them more complete as a person.
I love the unfolding here Alexander, how we present ourselves initially, then how we start to break, and fix, ultimately to become even more beautiful to each other, like kintsugi. I enjoyed the rhymes and repetitions which added to the flow of the poem. I do believe that sound, rhythm, and shape of poems add to the whole 😊
An amazing poem… I even learnt about “Kintsugi lines”!🤗 I especially like: “One Then two Three and more. Tiny cracks Old wounds. Fissures and shatterings, Evidence of her long, stony road.”
Great entry, Alexander! I'm glad you remembered it. Your description of his careful building of a relationship is awesome.