as somber ones bow their heads
in shame
horns blare certain notes
a disguise I wear to our masquerade
while the sordid details jam from a surface
yearly we meet in the same place to walk
the edge with primeval attitude
remove your mask and I will mine
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How mysterious you are. Great choice of words.
ReplyDeleteViv, mystery is the key to life. Well, I think so. Thanks and it is nice to see over at potluck!
ReplyDeleteI am on vacation this week, so I am able to do loads of writing.
Pamela
love the last...remove your mask and I will mine...love the image of masks...nice..bkm
ReplyDeleteThanks bkm!
ReplyDeletePamela
inspirational piece.
ReplyDeleteboth wear masks, better face each other with truth.
precise and powerful poem!
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I am glad to see you share your poetry with us.
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday!
Cheers!
Thanks for the comments.
Jingle not a problem and thanks for the site!
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday!
Pamela
ha. love the challenge there in the end...hope it is answered to your liking...
ReplyDeleteAmazing writing my friend, so appropriate as theme for Potluck too...thanks so much for linking, very happy to have you in. Much love xxx
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian!
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks buttercup!
ReplyDeletePamela
The mask always hide the truth and truth should reveal!:P Happy Poetry Potluck my friend<3
ReplyDeleteriika we all wear masks of some kind.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Pamela
A lovely poem :)
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting to see what lays behind the masks we wear. I really enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDeleteSo many reasons to wear masks. Sometimes to hide something, sometimes to have fun, sometimes to become someone different for a time. Me? I never could get into costumes. LOL.
ReplyDeleteRiver thanks and thanks for visiting!
ReplyDeletePamela
Talon we all wear masks of some sort!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Pamela
Me neither, Mary!
ReplyDeletePamela