The Courtesy of the Wooden Mask

Photo Courtesy of Tess Kincaid

This beautiful wooden mask
hanging on the wall of your past

It never once betrays you or me or us
for it only shows the real face of itself
not the real you or me--
not the real us

Now that you and me
want to see each other--
the real us
we're suddenly in doubt, worried
for we may betray
the courtesy of the wooden mask!



*Note:
Written for Magpie Tales #74

In This Little Summer House

In this little summer house

I sit still and browse

through the vast field of wheat

remembering how we first met

The big yellow sun shines 

the birds sing in the far pines

I listen to their voice

giving me such strenght to rejoice

How much I miss you, how could I tell?

You're just so far away, I couldn't trace your tale

*Note:
This post is written for Mag 72 by Magpie Tales.