Catch up
The mask I wear has strings
attached. Two I have tied,
two more hang down like
pigtails, swaying as I walk.
My tongue pulses round
my mouth in search of
that tooth I cracked, yet
afraid of its sharp-edged scar.
It feels as if I have lost
a part of my life and I am
running in circles looking for it.
I guess I’ll catch up with it
someday, and when I do,
I hope it will know me
and tell me who and what I am.
Meanwhile, the mask clings
heavy to my features
and prompts me in the new
role I must play. My friends
walk past me now
and do not stop to talk.
When I look in the mirror,
I no longer recognize myself.
All my ID is fake. The success
of my disguise fills my empty head
with a sudden sense of shame
and I know the sound of sorrow.
I enjoyed this version as well. Excellent!
This version travels to deep places.
It’s funny how a casual remark holds the seeds of a poem. Yours was an excellent prompt! Thank you. I enjoy the meeting of minds!
Hey Tanya, its a moving poem for sur3. Thanks fo4 the like in PHONESTRUCK, very eager to hear what you thought of it. Would be very grateful to hear what you think
Beautiful.mask is for a fake guys n never solution of searching true things,dear roger!!i think so.
Fake, yes: but sometimes we hide ourselves and, like butterflies trapped in a chrysalis, we refuse to come out and display our true colors!
If I walked past you I’d talk. Deep work here, I can feel so much from this and it makes me sad, but that’s when you know your writing has depth… It’s been far too long Roger, I hope you are feeling better. Havnt heard from you in a long time, hope your OK. I’ve got a lot of new stories and as always would love your feedback. My latest story PHONESTRUCK is gaining ground, would really like your take
SNAP! As my daughter used to say: I’ve been thinking the same. I am sort of ‘off curve’ right now. I’ll check the story out. Thanks for visiting: I miss you!
I miss you too buddy, your feedback means the world to me and my offer is still open
I’ll e-mail you. Better: e-mail me too and we’ll talk.
Gastradamus2017@gmail.com
What’s your email again?
Growing old is the mask that comes upon my forty year old mind! Scary at times when I stop to look in the mirror!! (I must use this line in a poem soon!!)
Dwight
I owe you one … go for it … anything that makes a creative spark … good to see you here … best wishes …
Thanks for the stimulation. I always find something in your poetry that triggers something in my mind! Keep up the good work! Will post this evening!!
Dwight
That’s great … a fine compliment and much appreciated. Write well!
In context of dis world,dear roger!!u r absolutely right.