Secrets

Secrets

A Poem by Enigma

I am a poet
the secrets I see
in rehearsed caffeinations
are mine to keep;
to stay within
to stray without
clinical boredom
or clerical doubt;
how you paint
is how I write
to live in words
in sound and sight;
but these margins
and white space
have a different story
and a different face;
if this disguise
is nothing but grace
the soft folds
of satin and lace
then what they hide
is softer still
a whisper hushed
by a lover's quill.

© 2019 Enigma


Author's Note

Enigma
Tell me what it made you feel. I find it more on the mysterious side but a couple of friends found it more on the sad and lonely side. So I'm ultimately conflicted about the feeling this piece conveys.

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Enigma
Enigma

India



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"Who am I?" Preeti. Twenty Two. Female. Mentally twisted into a Gordian knot. Making regular escapades into the realm of the fantasy, riding high on my words. Lazy. Indecisive. .. more..

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