She tosses her hair,
and smiles at every stare.
She carries herself like she is a feather,
floating.
but never gloating.
Her face is stained glass,
her colours will
fill any room.
Sometimes
you can find your features
amid her vibrancy,
before they are stolen by the sun.
Her absence is felt before she reaches the door,
so you watch her glow as she goes,
she goes.
She goes to a place where she wipes off today
and paints the world in grey.
Suddenly nothing is enough
because everything is too much.
The problem of a powerful mind is that
it can convince you to believe anything.
Today's transform themselves into tomorrow's
and suddenly she is her again,
wearing the mask of improvisation.
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Author:
HannahJ442 (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2018 10:12
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
WELCOME HANNAH ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ excellent. 20 balanced lines full of Rhyme ~ Rhythm & Revelation ! To some extent all of our lives are a (daily) improvisation. We both saw ourselves (Brian & Angela) as your elegant poem suggests ~ as we transform ourselves to suit the environment & mood & situation like chameleons ! We dress and talk and interact to blend in and be invisible ~ wearing the Mask of Improvisation ! We have been to Masquerade Balls in Venice & New Orleans and that's how it works. Your poem triggered a lot of images in our minds ! More Poems please ~ Yours BRIAN & ANGELA. MPS works by reading & commenting on each others Poems ~ OK ~ B & A.
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