To the withering scowls that are perception
We sacrifice ourselves
In avoiding all that is dissention
In fabrications do we delve
What lies ahead are additional lies
Pretense perpetuating troubled times
How far until the path hath traveled
Can no longer be retraced?
How long before it all unravels,
Deceit reigns, the truth effaced?
Evolving, we become this guise
And foremost needs meet their demise…
Author notes
This poem was inspired by "The Mask," by Paul Laurence Dunbar. It is my take on how sometimes we even begin to believe in our own tales we tell others when masking the truth.
A contest entry
- A Not so Quickie - PIF by poetryality.
525 points, ended September 11, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I love your perspective of the Dunbar piece. I also like the fact that you touched on a subject that has long been one of my most fancied.
I work in Theatre, performing and teaching. The stage is the greatest place for illusion that I know. I have to believe in the character I portray or I cannot convince the audience it is who I am on stage. Sometimes it is extremely difficult for me to separate myself from my character so, I have to make myself believe what I am doing under the light is real. It often gives me an uncanny feeling.
I have gone so far as to take my character off the stage, out into public, and remain that person until I darken my door at home. Last year for example, I had many outside the theatre thinking I was from South Africa because that is who I was playing on stage.
Your poem has provoked much thought in me. Yes, we can begin to believe the lie we've told so often. An excellent take on the prompt and entry. Thank you and I wish you the best in the comp.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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