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Ree Bunch May 2016
Masamune Katana
Ree Bunch
May 2016
Indescribable heat searing fresh skin;
your words mutilate my heart with a Masamune Katana.
Joyfulness your presence once gave - now tarnished- forever tainted.
Bountiful regret saturates your words- emitting rivers of apologies.
But beauty I often saw behind those eyes is replaced
with a distinct shimmer of a Masamune Katana lying just beneath.
your words mutilate my heart with a Masamune Katana.
Joyfulness your presence once gave - now tarnished- forever tainted.
Bountiful regret saturates your words- emitting rivers of apologies.
But beauty I often saw behind those eyes is replaced
with a distinct shimmer of a Masamune Katana lying just beneath.
I understand people speak in anger and say things they should never say, but it's more damaging when a friend repeats something that should have never been brought up- that was told in secrecy-just to cut the person deeply. After that I think it's impossible to ever look at that person in the same light; all I'm able to see is the words that once came from their mouth.
Masamune Katana - A rarely made sword that is beautiful, yet deadly.
Masamune Katana - A rarely made sword that is beautiful, yet deadly.
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
A Katana's Beauty
Lyn-Purcell
Nov 2017
Imagine seeing a silvery blade dancing to the music of death.
Marred by the poetry of blood
A trumpet to the cries of war
But it also reflects the wielder.
When looking at it, you can see yourself.
But in my eyes, I can see the steel's heart.
As it's in your hand, preparing to protect, it's polished until it shines like luna wildfire.
In the end, I believe the true beauty of a katana comes not from the hilt or engravings, but from the steel.
How many songs has it sang in our battles, can you imagine...?
A katana's beauty comes from the polished steel as it's shines so brightly
with victorious prayers.
Marred by the poetry of blood
A trumpet to the cries of war
But it also reflects the wielder.
When looking at it, you can see yourself.
But in my eyes, I can see the steel's heart.
As it's in your hand, preparing to protect, it's polished until it shines like luna wildfire.
In the end, I believe the true beauty of a katana comes not from the hilt or engravings, but from the steel.
How many songs has it sang in our battles, can you imagine...?
A katana's beauty comes from the polished steel as it's shines so brightly
with victorious prayers.
This poem is dedicated to several katana that I saw in a museum near me.
(I'm a nerd for these things and I'm not shamed)
(I'm a nerd for these things and I'm not shamed)