Francie Lynch

Our Janus-Masked Moon - Poem by Francie Lynch

The moon wore Janus masks last night,
Winking and nudging at our daily shenanigans;
Our wrong turns, the vanity of our foibles,
The apprehension of non-events,
Poking at our comedy of errors.
Our youthful angst.

The other mask keeps an eye closed
To our secrets,
The thoughts we cannot share;
Our furcht of past to future
Since our first fires,
Since someone said, You've said too much,
Or, What business is that of yours?
I've buried my losses beneath that mask,
The irreplaceable loves and deaths
Of our drama.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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