Another take on my theme of masks.
clay dried, kilned, hardened,
rigid, unmoving, caught
timeless,
statue unbroken,
but wait,
what’s this,
a crack.
tremor lines,
evolving,
spreading,
crouched statue separating from the man,
shards fall,
unmasked
revelation,
where spirit hidden,
essence unconcealed,
stood tall.
Very nice. I like how you write about that which we all often wear. Bravo in it’s intricate simplicity.
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Thank you. 🙂
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As it should be.
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I’ve heard of beauty masks – thank God I was born a man
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You’ve never let your wife or weans give you a facial, Paul?! An experience not to be missed!
First, the clay.
Then the jokes.
Try to keep a straight face.
Never works.
But fun trying!
I can feel one coming on now my chores are done. Glass of red is obligatory.
Go on. You know you want to. 🙂
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Maybe it is about the mask we all wear, in some ways. Food for each of us to think about. Every time one cracks, it is time for a new one and maybe at last , for none at all.
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Maybe so, Beth. And yet, I guess we all like a little layer of clay for self-protection. Food for thought as you say.
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