Two short poems

[James Crow]

A smile hides many things.

For me, it is a dream.

One, I dare not share,

for fear it will vanish into the air.

So behind my mask I'll scream,

so others think it is happiness I sing.

 

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣

 

You must climb up the mountain high,

trying to outrun the approaching tide.

You arrive with a grin, turn and stop,

you are all alone at the top.

People you know and love drown in a sea of ire,

milky eyes full of lost hope and extinguished fire.

[reverie]

Good, but let's heighten that tone a touch shall we.

 

 

A smile hides many things.

For me, it is a dream.

One, I dare not share,

for fear it will vanish into the air.

So behind my mask I'll scream, (hmm, if you're screaming behind mask, how does that translate into happy appearance on surface? Step is missing)

so others think it is happiness I sing. (yeah, am thinking last two lines don't really mesh well with the first four).

 

How about this:

 

So with a mask I'll sing,

so others cannot hear me scream. (kind of works, sort of)

 

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You must climb up,

the mountain high, outrun

the approaching tide. Arrive,

stop and grin. Alone at the top, again.

 

Okay, I did one, you do the other