Masquerade

Just a feeling.

Masquerade

Covering this face with a front of normality

Under the day-star, at work and chores

No one sees the feather-flash of colors underneath

Are those faces what they seem,

No passion flare or dark glimmering?

Do they languor in their night dreams

That other life, my paragon of wonder,

Or are they of this world’s stone?

I pry at my bone-hard shield,

Reveal a flicker of selfness,

My love of the mind, ideas, time’s wheel, what if…?

Met with stares of incomprehension or disdain.

I feel a foreigner among my own race,

Free of the shackles of the concrete

But lonely behind the façade.

I keep watching each person I meet

For the feather-flash of jewel colors

Are you all behind masks, too?

Reviews

[Tim]

Some are, but can't even admit it to themselves. A fine poem.

[Ink Angel]

Lovely, the imagery is brillaint, I guess we re all behaind some mask or other. Love the title Masquerade what a lovley word. Thank you

[Elaenor Aisling]

Very nice write. Reminds us that everyone wears some sort of mask. Things are never entirely what they seem.

[An owl on the moon]

Just the word masquerade is filled with haunting reflections, and your words flow out with magic and metaphors... covered over... hidden from view.. a reality left forever undone... So powerful.

[RedInk524]

Interesting... There really is no telling who is wearing a mask and what they are hiding inside. But the sad thing is, nobody really should be wearing one. People should just be themselves. So life is just a big masquerade.