Collect them all
Tiny little
Fake lives
We hide behind
So no one
Really knows
Who we are
Are they safe?
Of course they are
…but
That
May very well be
What’s wrong with them
Masks
Challenge no one
They don’t offend
[& it wouldn’t matter
If they did]
Because
If you don’t like
This one
We can
Swap it out
For a more appealing one
But masks
Are
Dead
It’s pretty hard
To keep a lifeless thing
On something
Organic
Sooner
Or later
The real person
Shows up
Anyway
The longer
It takes
The scarier
The day
When the mask
Falls
Off
Masks [what you meant…maybe,
kinda, sorta]
I love it
That I am
What you
Grab
And take with you
When you go off
To spend time with Him
You smile
[& laugh @ yourself]
He does, too
I get to be
The “paint brush” you use
To have
“Conversations in art”
With
The Artist
You pick me up
And look toward the sky
Pushing my buttons
To capture a small fraction
Of what you see
Thanking Him
For His ability
To make
What you are
Looking at
I’m not new
[& neither are you]
We fit
[we’re both more than a bit worn]
We’re both “scratched”
A bit “dented”
Here ‘n there
But He doesn’t mind
And we belong to each other
When you grab me in your hand
I feel your excitement
….& I hear you singing in your head
Laughing & giddy
Like a little boy
Wondering
Where
He’ll lead us today
Wondering what
He’ll point out this time?
So glad I can be a connection
A tether from you to Him
2 comments:
I especially liked this in the first one...
"Because
If you don’t like
This one
We can
Swap it out
For a more appealing one"
And the second poem was nicely whimsical. A mask talking in a mask poem. :)
My favorite lines:
The longer
It takes
The scarier
The day
There is something really profound about that--especially as we head into the long dog days of summer.
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