~The poet uses the butterfly net of language to catch fleeting images in mid-flight~

Wednesday, February 29, 2012



To Be or Not to Be.


The Past
Invoked
Time and again.
Did it bubble up?

Or did I call it this time? 

Show me your mask,
And then the face

Behind the mask.

Those tears must be real.

A mask cannot cry.

Then cry little one
And this time be heard
.
This time be fulfilled

With your own tears.

This little one must feel

Everything

To be real.

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4 comments:

  1. Dave KingJune 16, 2012 at 4:04 AM

    Superb. So true and so succinctly stated. A stand-out poem.

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  2. Myrna R.September 27, 2012 at 6:02 PM

    This is nice. I read it twice and each time got more meaning. The past can teach us, or if we let it fool us.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2015 at 11:04 AM

    honest.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2015 at 11:04 AM

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