Day 20 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
A riddle.
Riddle
In chemistry, you may confuse This object for a flask — It's made of glass and has a bowl Attached for smoking gas
Answer: Bong
Featured poem
A blank-verse poem about a 19th century cooking pot repaired with the kintsugi technique.
Kintsugi
by Susan Jarvis Bryant
There is an ancient practice in Japan — Chipped and broken vessels, dear to hearts, Are mended with a striking golden blend. These cracked ceramics, kissed with artistry, Have former glory honorably restored. Each gleaming seam adds meaning to their worth. This emphasis of imperfection shows The wonder of destruction and rebirth — The value of life’s scuffs and scrapes and scars. I know bold souls of grit and wisdom gained Through pain. They’ve soared to reach the giddy peaks Of triumph in a rush of cloudless blue… Then fallen from the crest of sky-high waves. Life’s heady heights give way to stony ground Littered with a slew of bones and dreams. Old souls with tales of miracles to tell Shimmer with the luster of the East. Here in the West worn gifts are tossed aside. They’re shoved in cobwebbed corners, locked away In musty rooms where memories gather dust, And ghosts float in the sheen of unseen pearls.