The whiteness of mourning

• Artist: Kishin_Mistress
• Description: Its a poem about loss and, i suppose, a scenic and emotional one. No real direct references other than the graves and mourning. Its not just loss though, but also about something NEW. Ya know, for something new and unknown, something old and forgotten must go. Heh, just kinda came to me as I was muttering rhymes, trying to make a good poem.
• Date: 11/25/2013
• Tags: whiteness mourning

White flowers, White flowers,
Float down from the tower
To land in a river that flows
To twist,and turn,and curve in a way that no one will ever know.

White petals, White petals,
falling faster than metal,
floats from the steam of the kettles,
To settle at the bottom of the lake, to glisten and shine like pebbles.

White snow, White snow,
who knows where it may go?
No one will ever know
That the flow of the snow will take it to the river below.

White roses, white roses,
When every store closes,
To float by tear-stained noses,
To further the sadness our tear-stained cheek exposes.

White skin, White skin,
Whats left of war again
To punish our sins
The skin of the dead as we look to the sky and mourn our kin.

White rose, white rose,
Withered and froze,
abandoned in snows,
unnoticed in the snows and graves, dying so that something new may grow.

Comments

[Kishin_Mistress]

The name is kinda like a plan on words, instead of "the whiteness of morning'... heh