Kaolin Baths

[Aish]

No longer green, today the jade
spreads faded suppositions through
a future mewling extra cream
in streams that once knew lemonade. I may be weaving myself into this, but extra emollient skin therapy to smooth those erupting fine lines is what I am reading here. Our 'faded suppositions' change as our perceptions do.

One yes and then the nos rush in,
a dynasty bred just for height,
a kite with tails of docking line
as finest China coats the skin. I appreciate the Chinese details, since kaolin comes from China. "finest China" also reads as porcelain, and is just bringing me images of geishas and little China dolls all perfectly painted.

He seeks, he seeds, he smooths his way;
decay is dancing on his string,
a tincture bleeding salt and oil
to spoil the surface of the clay. Although I see aging here I also see growth, apathy, and brutality.

But wheels will turn, though weary feet
don't meet the ground the way they should
we stood where God was greener still
and willows bent beneath the heat. Young love?

The vase inverts, its soaked debris
is freed from sugared water walls
and crawls to reach the hollow stem
where lemons burst upon the tree.

The poem (to me) imparts an embittered journey. A life lesson (or maybe a few).

Sorry Leanne, I don't think I've done your talent justice.