The Mask Poem by Lily Law
The Mask
I felt my face weighed
by a filigree white mask
with a embroidered smile
that show
no sorrow
no anger
no hatred
no envy
no resentment
no fear
but just a pure happiness
I could feel
as time ticked away
the mask became as one with the soul
as breath stolen silently
the mask began to poison the mind
as light faded slowly
the mask started to conquer the heart
and I knew
at the end of the period
no trace could be found
nothing was left behind
but only the white mask
continue to roam this realm
spreading its supremacy
I really like this, its definetly symbolic but at the same time easy to understand and connect to.
When mask of anger, greed, enmity is removed.........what remain is pure joy of self.........Good Write................10+++......
nice write...explains how an over assuming mind forgets own real self...10
Masks face combine blemishes lines flaws beauty passion grace fashions unfolding as you described a test in the end.....of you...thank you for this wonderful poem..iip
Dear Lily, though you are a very young poet, and a 10 would be too much for you, I give it to you for the many beauties of the poem.It's the play of the life (albeit you have not enough experiences) . Go on with new fresh ideas. Work for high verses! Joseph Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:41:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you've open the mask of writing greatly...........well done