Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Anonymity

 

We seek anonymity,

As a child we hide behind

Our parents legs

Shyly peeking around

Seeing and yet

Not wanting to be seen.

 

Why be alone,

Not realized

Transparent without

Substance.

Fleeting shadows

Partially illuminated,

Disparate light

Of evening’s candle

Not really seen

Not really known.

 

Night fog, delicate

Wisps across the

Morning glade

Dissipated by

The light of day

Gone forevermore

Was it ever there?

 

Wayward rose

Embedded in stone,

Delicate rose, each

Petal the epitome

Of symmetry.

Shallow earth bound

Scorched in risen sun

Singular, alone,

Not rooted in

Self, nourishment

Drawn not

From earth’s collective

Well-spring.

 

Solitary diamond

Brilliant, to be

Seen, worn in

Celebration of

Rich garments

Not kept in

A box, hid in

A drawer.

 

Why hide the

Rose, why store

The diamond,

Why be the fleeting

Wisp of thought

When the smell of

The roses by the dozen

Or the gems embedded

In the necklace

On a curved neck

Provides the fullness

Of life, the declaration

Of community,

No longer

Seeking anonymity?

 

 

Shall we just be

Captured of the mind?

Never!

I no longer ask

I demand,

Perfection,

Defined

Of the mind,

I cannot demand

Of yours,

Only desire.

 

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