Poem: Hidden Questions

 

 

Hidden Questions

 

faces hide sweet questions

no one can see, slight as gleams 

on latitudes of lips,

which only pretend to lie.

 

spans of cheekbones,

peek-a-boo with prairie flowers,

protect teardrops of deep-sea clues,

glimmers of something wise.

shells of social wax

cannot hinder some dreams, those

caresses from invisible fingertips.

 

a melt of chin into quivers.

a swoon of nose from aromatic arias.

a brow lovely as a loom.

just below the mask

hope waits, not so long-lost,

not too hidden to cherish.

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9/15/25... may the gods have mercy on this poem's soul

8/20...

8/18/24... 

6/24/24...

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