“Porcelain Morning”

Porcelain Morning

Kinder still the porcelain morning:
kaolin clay
baked in the kiln of the evening
sun,   cleansed
of the dross of darkness,
translucent resonance,

Pink peonies await
and the glossy leaves —
choose your colors,
with care.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013

*** image by TTor

26 thoughts on ““Porcelain Morning”

  1. Such delicate rich strokes ~ your thought into word ~ into light. There the vision of life and all that is good. Truth shines through the trees. I love this, Dee. ~ Much love to you, Bobbie

  2. I admit it took me a while to “get it”, but finally it is coming through. Very nice. I like the alliterations you use. I admit I am a bit slow when it comes to poetry. Mostly I have to read poems many times. My mind does not work in this way so this is a particularly good thing for me to read, something I have to work to get at. It expands me. Thank you.

    • Thank you, Carroll, for taking the time to read and appreciate this poem. I think a poem can have as many meanings as the reader attributes to it, and I am so glad you found that meaning in this post. It is a pleasure to know your thoughts, thanks so much for sharing them.

    • Whooah!!! I feel so wealthy now! Thank you, it is a great honor to hear your thoughts on this poem. I am blessed to know the words touched you, and I was fortunate to find the fitting photograph, through creative commons, by TTor. Thanks a million for your gracious words and kindness. Love, Dee

  3. So lovely, your words. I wish we lived closer Dee – for practical purposes – my yard in late may and early June is full of Peonies. The plants are very special as they were transplanted through three generations of my family. They are rare as well as they have a scent – very soft and beautiful something the hybrids are loosing. We could sit together in the midst, light pink, white and dark pink and they wave their beautiful heads and fill up with spring rain 🙂

    • Yes, how nice that would if we lived closer, Sandra. I can just imagine your yard full of peonies. That is incredible that these were transplanted through three generations in your family. You have such wonderful traditions in your family, I remember the custom of giving a woman a tea cup to celebrate a special moment in life. I haven’t had the opportunity to experience the fragrance of peonies. I hope one of these days I can drop by and visit your garden, and enjoy the beauty and fragrance of the heirloom flowers, teeming with the poetry of life. 🙂

      • It’s there but this year I’ve decided to go back to my first love and write short stories. My mentor has really encouraged my decision and I have gotten back in the saddle so to speak. I enjoy the on line feed back but I’ve also rediscovered the one on one feed back – but I still haunt my favorites 🙂

    • Am so glad that your site is still there, because for the past couple of days, I was unable to reach it. So very interesting that your first love is to write short stories. That is one thing I wish to pick up at a quicker pace. I wrote my first short story when I was five years old. 🙂

      • Wow! That beats me – I was in grade school. Short stories slow me down and that’s what I need right now – to focus on just a few words that convey and emotinon, action, or dare a tragedy :). I’m looking forward to my year – Jon will help keep me on track. Every writer should have a mentor.

        • Yes, writing short stories needs a lot of concentration and time. Must be wonderful to have a mentor. That is something I will look into down the line, once I can devote a bigger slice of the day in writing more profusely. My day job dealing with numbers and other things is quite demanding. For now, writing is an escape and a luxury for me. 🙂

  4. Stunning picture.

    Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!

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