Naked..
Naked.
1- Naked we can be in the midnight hours,
naked are we and
maybe we wear a veil over our face,
a mask?
When do we show our real face?
When do we bare our real skin, openly and freely?
Few shall see who we are,
few will hear our honest words.
It is sad, we forget our real face and
our real voice had become quiet.
Maybe we are just, skin and bones?
Seeking a place to rest and where we can become real again.
See our real faces?
Coyote
This morning I was thinking about Rilke’s Faces. It discusses how people change faces all the time. This piece reminds of me that one. It’s settled. Its going to be my Poem of the Day. Thanks
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Ahh… Rilke…. So aptly put, this post indeed does take one to Rilke’s thoughts.
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Good evening Vikash. Rilke. I haven’t read in a long time. I need to.
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You should read Rilke’s – THE NOTEBOOKS OF MALTE LAUDRIS BRIGGE- if you haven’t already.
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Years ago when I was in the Army. I always read. Army, hurry-up and wait. A lot of time to read. Soldiers love books. I will seek at my Barnes and noble. Thank you for the help.
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It’s a pleasure to recommend books.. ha.. and I wish I had the time to read as much as I want to..
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Thank you Mangus. You are the second people to discuss Rilke. I read his work many years ago. I must read again.
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