Hidden Moments Poem by Suburban Lovechild
Hidden Moments
Hidden moments
Speckled in between
Consciousness and duty
Off the grid
To breathe, portray
The faceless stranger
At times, communal
Our boisterous philosophy
Our synchronous sipping
Our huddled masses
Frearning to be yee
Like today
Like now
The sweet-baby 40s melody
Caressing my better nature
Confessing my nomenclature
And no one can see
And no one allowed
But me.
(5/17/12)
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4/26/2024 1:51:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well written and deep poem. Thanks, Lovechild