Masked Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Masked

Drizzles are great in sky,
On grass, and the boughs.

I hear them; they talk,
Blink and tell me: "Come."

They declare: "Time is ripe
For taking a long walk…"

Decide to go outside,
Get ready to depart…

But faces come to mind
With lips and eyebrows
Masked from eager eyes…

Close door and return,
Again, sink in sofa…

Read little and when yawn
Stand, walk toward side
With keyboard in front…

Read about the long past
And news, and Stats…

Angry, broken, punch to write
With the words that pop up
On their own or somehow
From books or the heart…

In times, laugh crazy:
"No need for lipsticks! "

With faces all covered
Under mass of the dirt
We are moving corpses.

Rarely girls are around
With cream and powder
And shadows, eyeliners…