Views in Verse on 'transparency'

They say 'what you see is what you get' but can we believe even half of 'what we hear'?

Masking

So, you’ve asked for my point of view…?
But how can I portray…
My real thoughts to you, on any given day?
I grant you have an expectation
That you will seek an affirmation
But is it my considered view that you seek anyway’?

Masking brings with it a sense of the obtuse
In that what we opt to show
Is not even close to what we know
While communication so abused
And with masks we lamely choose
Will only stymie best intent and tamper with the flow

While the quest for desired relationships
Will lack a certain candor
Then will blunder on in search of something even grander.
Given, an openness unresolved
Between the parties here involved,
The dialogue shared can hope to be at best just jolly banter.

Conversely, masks may add a little something:
For the young …the impressible
Indeed, to express the the words of the inexpressible
Perhaps, to convey some feigned interest
Or bring meaning, to the witless
Or allow gallant outliers, to rise to the inaccessible

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Views in Verse on incidence

Back from Kilkenny

I lost my cache on the way to Kilkenny
Nary such a loss befell…
Then chanced at love in my days back in Dublin
A rose lay upon my bed
Two mavericks, adrift in a daydream
Felicity nay intervened
A free-wheeling, abiding, ‘rub of the green’
I was blessed for a life so wed

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Views in verse on 'that holiday feeling'

HOLIDAY VERSE

Two weeks in, I’m stunned into a void
A place you only dream that you can be
My window frames a show there for me of softly floating clouds
Moving gently from my right into left
The canvas only touched by the subtle wings of birds

The day’s tasks so done, orderly at first
I’ve given over now to my thoughts
Finish 'the read' is top of mind; perhaps some random verse
Lines that come easy, not heavy with ruling words
This calm vista may too just dull me into a dozy sleep

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Views in Verse on 'the little things'

Home

As I rounded the corner, 
I drew a breath
A tear forced to an eye
The terrace block then locked into view
So long, so far and …why?

The fore-held notions
That cruelled me back then,
Today, I would address and wholly decry;
Sibling rivalries that troubled me too…
No longer would apply

Whether I was missed,
Or will even be kissed
Won’t stop me from resuming my place;
Home is not just some place you go back to
I allow a glad smile to my face

The familiar tamp
On the front porch floor
An easy push on the old brown door
The emotions that sure enough left me alone
Now return me safe home once more

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Views in Verse on 'what's next?'

Parallel Paths

Seems like the sun’s not shining …in the way it was before

Got to wondering what else life has planned for me in store

Grey skies dark are reigning over …the season’s at an end

It’s down to me…

Where do I go from here?

Has to be an opportunity …awaits somewhere away

Yet, I willfully cling to things that got me here today

It feels as though I’m getting less …than what I’m putting in

It’s down to me…

Where do I go from here?

One can muse there’s a parallel path

We all could have taken

One that weaved

So dreamily through the woods

From time to time we see glimpses

Out of the corner of an eye

Yet, not enough,

To distract us from …’the grid’

Just the same, there’s thoughts and visions a-nagging in my brain

Things that could exact a searching walk out in the rain

‘Sitting still’ is ‘sliding back’, now's the time for ‘breaking through’

It’s down to me…

Where do I go from here?

Yes, it’s down to me…

Where do I go from here?

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