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Poetry Corner - the mask

the mask             

I forage deep in the blackness of my consciousness
feeling as if, I am floating

the caress of the wind against my skin
touching my mask, as if, it needed to see me

my heart yearning for one to care, to understand
am I the only one who feels this pain?
do I alone cry?
my mask protects my heart

seasons change so quickly
will wonders await me every day
will my heart be reborn?
or will my mask remain forever in place?

does anyone hear me?
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addicted

addicted

she speaks rapidly
this waterfall woman
words spew out of her
caffeine generated

drug – alcohol induced?

it matters not the reason
the words flow
from her macro-micro moods
pronunciations abound
emotions strained…pureed

furniture needs dusting
musty smells mingle with others
I will not name them
read my lips
fed up I watched

if they were goose down
covered in blood
I would be no less sick
but watch I must
this scribbler of verse

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WEM Phrase for February - "She/He Wrote Me a Letter"

Don't forget to submit something for the William E. Mayer Prize for Literary and Artistic Excellence for February. The inspiration phrase is: "She/He Wrote Me a Letter" You can submit anything -- essay, poem, short story, song, photo, painting, etc. The only requirement is that it be less than 1000 words exclusive of the title. Submit your work directly to me. It will be blind judged by a committee.

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