When they say that I act,
they know not I am (acting).
To reveal is not,
the point is to hide
The faces you see
are none but some masks
My skin's so tattooed
They don’t see the marks
(Luckily)
Some drops don’t fall
They are hinged to the brim
The chalice of lips
Spreads wide to contain
(I smile)
When they say that I act
They know not I am...
Chalice of lips spreads wide to contain...awesome! wonderfully composed!!
ReplyDelete:-) (the chalice of lips again spread wide)
DeleteBeautifully lyrical. I love the style of the poem's composition as well.
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DeleteLoved the lines. It is rare that people get to understand or appreciate what goes on within the artist. Your work reflects your sensitivity, but it is possible that not many will sense it. I wrote something about the loneliness of the artist that this poem reminded me of and I thought I would share iwth you and your readers. Keep at it, Blue Eyed Son.
ReplyDeleteLoved your article as well. Very honest and connecting. You can say that we are actors, and we are not the only one :-)
DeleteWow! nice blog you got here...just loved your poems:)
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Thank you! Welcome to the world of the blue eyed son!
Deletetook me some time to understand
ReplyDeleteMy skin so tattooed...
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