Sunday, September 05, 2010

unmasked

you see me as someone serious
who is always buried in books
writes poetry at drop of a hat
I wait every night
buried in shadows
a mask

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Why not write a poem or a story in exactly 160 characters each Sunday? Spaces included! Head for Monkey Man for Sunday 160!

33 comments:

Brian Miller said...

there is usually more to a person than what we see or percieve...share the shadows and let us see...

nice 160.

my 160

Monkey Man said...

So true. Our blogs can be but a mask to our real selves. Or they can also be quite revealing. Thanks for being a part of my Sunday 160. Hope you play again.

Mama Zen said...

I really like this one!

joanny said...

Thought provoking 160- I find it interesting the whole notion of who we are that we present to the world... if we try to deceive others we only succeed in deceiving ourselves.

Truly a great 160.

Joanny

Ramesh Sood said...

Ah, Mask.. Well said Gautami..

may I invite you to look at my post of April 12, 2010 titled 'Mask'..

Nessa said...

Beautiful. We are all always more than the surface.

Jingle said...

apt 160.
love your style.


My Entry

Pete Marshall said...

a very perceptive write..great 160..cheers pete

PattiKen said...

This was just a bit spooky. Is there a vampire lurking behind the poet's mask?

Whitesnake said...

if you always do what you have always done you will always get what you always got@

I liked it!

Alice Audrey said...

Actually, I don't even know enough to know that.

My 160 is here.

Greyscale Territory said...

Strange! This could almost be one side of my profile! Beautifully expressed!

Linda Jacobs said...

Oh, wow, this is powerful! And the brevity of it makes it even more poignant.

gs batty said...

well said...does anyone really know us? do we even know ourselves?

flaubert said...

Gautami nicely said. We all wear masks.
Pamela

Maureen said...

Well done!

Bloggin'withAmanda said...

Very revealing I enjoyed it very much.

K said...

This is a deeply moving poem...and isn't it always the case that we are mistaken for what the public eye sees. We forget that the soul/spirit of a person runs so much deeper. Lovely lovely poem.

Elizabeth said...

We get such vivid images from one another's poems and forget it is only a glimpse, a flashing moment, often gone before completely comprehended. Wonderful Gautami,

Elizabeth

Fay's Too said...

That hit hard. Wonderful.

Christine said...

It is interesting that you titled this poem "Unmasked," as if it is waiting or hoping to be known, and no longer masked. This poem related feelings I think that we all know; so nicely expressed!

keiths ramblings said...

I've never doubted that there are two of you!

tracyhsays.com said...

Groovy insight for a 160 :)

Someone Is Special said...

Great Title, Great post, Great Words.. Loved it..

--Someone Is Special--

artpredator said...

this says a lot of truth in 160 characters!

Nithin R S said...

Very rightly said. People always percieve something different about writers and poets than what they are in real. Nice poetry. :)

Deborah said...

Thought provoking, well written!

Nara Malone said...

It is so hard to know someone from just a few words each week.We never have a full picture of people we no in real life. But over the course of weeks and for some of us years, I wonder if the people reading our words don't learn things about us we don't see in ourselves.

Dee Martin said...

can anyone know any but a part of us? I love this and feel it to be so true!

oldegg said...

What sadness there is in this piece. Sadly nobody knows us too well or is that for the best?

b said...

You always blow me away! I did love this prompt a lot...you don't know me...it describes blogging in every way.

b

http://www.retireinstyleblog.com

Cheryl said...

Nicely done. The mask keeps us safe until we no longer need its protection.

ljm (Amias) said...

Good to read you again .. I enjoyed this, as I very well understand the "mask".