you see me as someone serious
who is always buried in books
writes poetry at drop of a hat
you don't know me at all
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!
there is usually more to a person than what we see or percieve...share the shadows and let us see...
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my 160
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.
ReplyDeleteI really like this one!
ReplyDeleteThought 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.
ReplyDeleteTruly a great 160.
Joanny
Ah, Mask.. Well said Gautami..
ReplyDeletemay I invite you to look at my post of April 12, 2010 titled 'Mask'..
Beautiful. We are all always more than the surface.
ReplyDeleteapt 160.
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My Entry
a very perceptive write..great 160..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteThis was just a bit spooky. Is there a vampire lurking behind the poet's mask?
ReplyDeleteif you always do what you have always done you will always get what you always got@
ReplyDeleteI liked it!
Actually, I don't even know enough to know that.
ReplyDeleteMy 160 is here.
Strange! This could almost be one side of my profile! Beautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteOh, wow, this is powerful! And the brevity of it makes it even more poignant.
ReplyDeletewell said...does anyone really know us? do we even know ourselves?
ReplyDeleteGautami nicely said. We all wear masks.
ReplyDeletePamela
Very revealing I enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteWe 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,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
That hit hard. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteIt 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!
ReplyDeleteI've never doubted that there are two of you!
ReplyDeleteGroovy insight for a 160 :)
ReplyDeleteGreat Title, Great post, Great Words.. Loved it..
ReplyDelete--Someone Is Special--
this says a lot of truth in 160 characters!
ReplyDeleteVery rightly said. People always percieve something different about writers and poets than what they are in real. Nice poetry. :)
ReplyDeleteThought provoking, well written!
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeletecan anyone know any but a part of us? I love this and feel it to be so true!
ReplyDeleteWhat sadness there is in this piece. Sadly nobody knows us too well or is that for the best?
ReplyDeleteYou always blow me away! I did love this prompt a lot...you don't know me...it describes blogging in every way.
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Nicely done. The mask keeps us safe until we no longer need its protection.
ReplyDeleteGood to read you again .. I enjoyed this, as I very well understand the "mask".
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