Unease

Often we feel Things are unglued-- Nothing is real, And it all seems so strange. Faces conceal Moods misconstrued; Voices reveal What our words cannot change.

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Mark Toney

Date: 2/21/2019 9:43:00 PM

JP, I love the form! Here’s an interesting thought: Take the two four-line verses of “Unease” and follow them with the two four-line verses of “Once We Are Grown.” Not only do you get an interesting poem, the title would be “Unease Once We Are Grown” :) ~Mark

J P Marmaro
Date: 2/22/2019 10:10:00 AM

An interesting thought, indeed-- though my intent in the one was to consider how things-- and people-- are not always what we have assumed, and the other, my usual complaint about aging. Yet as you know, a poem, once published, is open to any interpretation.

Line Gauthier

Date: 2/17/2019 2:08:00 PM

Lovely poem, JP.

J P Marmaro
Date: 2/19/2019 12:28:00 PM

Many thanks for your words here, and your encouragement in general-- the feedback is valued!