Poem: Hidden Questions

 

 

Hidden Questions

 

faces hide sweet questions

no one can see, slight as gleams 

across latitudes of lips  

which only pretend to lie.

 

spans of cheekbones

hide peek-a-boos of prairie flowers.

eyes protect teardrops of deep-sea clues,

glimmers of something wise.

the shell of social wax

cannot hinder the dream

of a caress from invisible fingertips.

 

a chin dissipates into quivers,

a nose swoons in aromatic arias,

a brow reforms on a lovely loom.

hopes not so long-lost

wait just below the mask,

none too far away to cherish.

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8/18/24... 

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10/1 ... significant changes to two stanzas

Another day passes by.  Yee-haw ... 

8/28  "volatile, helpless fingertips" replaces longer clunky line

8/21 ... Major changes a few hours after posting ... more changes later in the day