Monday's mask
stifles
with synthetic greetings
woven of wistful thoughts
like cocktail pajamas
and new book smell.
Tuesday's mask
blinds
with revelations of prison
stacked to the ceiling
like infinite pillars
dead trees coerce me.
Wednesday's mask
taunts
with half way illusions
murdered by deadlines
like ruthless villains
of the theater absurd.
Thursday's mask
maddens
with swarms of mosquitoes
draining the universe
like hungry dumpsters
caught in a brainstorm.
Friday's mask
frightens
with casual confusion
stalling the clock
like snails in the winter
crawl in tapioca.
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8 comments:
wow love it!
I had to read this many times, a stunning work.
I also respect the imagery more than words can convey.
I remember reading a poem once that went something like: Monday's child...Tuesday's child... and so on. Your work is unique, for sure, but I was wondering if that poem inspired you.
@Steve Wuz Here - I am familiar with the poem "Monday's Child" and I can see why "La Corporate Couture" would remind you of that piece. I usually gain inspiration from what's happening in the world around me. Yesterday was a particularly trying day at the office and so I was inspired to write about the many "masks" those of us in corporate America wear to get through the week.
Everyone has different ways of dealing with life's challenges - weird as it may seem, mine is writing poetry.
Thanks for reading and providing feedback!
Your work just keeps getting better and better...
Heavy...
There is always the weekend to wash off the residue left by the masks.
Until Monday
Great post
great poem
I will be wearing this for days.
very beautiful picture
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