Monday, November 7, 2011

Naked Face

The poet shows a naked face,
With naked pain and naked tears.
The naked truth's out there in words that sometimes rhyme,
Or sometimes dance a jig or two.
The poet shows you the faces (phrases) of happiness,
When love is strong and magical or life is good.
Sometimes the poet is two faced,
Playing games of charade,
As they portray one face,
Hiding another behind a mask.
Poetry opens a window into the soul,
Into the vortex that is emotional truth.
In the end the poets show you episodes of their lives,
In prose, poems and spoken word.
Come, look see my naked truth in my naked words.

Raylitpoems 2011

1 comment:

  1. I love how short it is, and to the point. Couldnt have said it better myself