•November 30, 2008 •
7 Comments
Recognize that mask
you wear disguising
despair defining
your life
the “fake it
til you make it”
smile shows
heart courage
trying to break
through
yet you are not
in your own story
Life a foreign
language never
to be learned
tongue can’t wrap
around syllable
sounds like music
forced unwillingly
into mouth.
Invisible
inside the mirror
essential self
not seen
no recognition
no history behind
unknown face
Posted in Critique, Poetry, Writing, prose
Tags: critique accepted, depression, despair, essential self, individual history, mask, masks, mirror, mirrors, Poetry, prose, self, suicide
•December 18, 2008 •
5 Comments
Owl Shadow
Standing on porch
Owl flew overhead
shadow missing me
by inches
Native lore
calls her
harbinger of death
Chicano stories
make her
familiar of witches
But when I turn
pages of my own
history she is
Wisdom
able to see
in all directions
In all
Owl is magical
and her shadow
nearly touched
me
Posted in Poetry, Writing
