Double Exposure

I was about to write an expose
the muse turned its head – looked away

I replied: “they need to know what I think”
The answer - a condescending wink

A vicious and scalding silent retort
A head shake that read – you’ve naught to report

Yet inside my head a still battle roared
Sleeping beside it the muse loudly snored

Then in a canyon, a chasm of thought
I turned off the TV and all it had wrought

And wrote of a leaf and a cat long gone feral
Threw a few nuts to a chattering squirrel

Then left the room with the loud ticking clock
Put on my mask and went out for a walk


John G. Lawless
©10/3/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Maverick Avatar
October 11, 2021 at 1:36 PM
The problem is everything is masked, as I've Said & now I have more understanding of why God got me putting up a mask avatar.' Hmm The falseness of the world gets to me at times'
Allison Avatar
October 6, 2021 at 11:51 AM
write on or is it right on John, the final line says it all about the crazy world we live in - hows this for crazy - no flow tests needed in mums care home that's just re opened after covid - beggars belief and i will still do one every visit:-( hugs Jan xx
Wolf Avatar
October 4, 2021 at 1:23 PM
Better off 'leafing' that expose unwritten. Well-done, per usual! ~ Gershon
Hankins Avatar
October 3, 2021 at 9:16 AM
Thanks, John. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem. Sometimes a expose is right and good and necessary. Write it, if you wish. I think we can all deal with it.
Logan Avatar
October 3, 2021 at 8:20 AM
I'm sure your walk was able to give you more food for thought than your muse. Write your expose' if that's what you wish to do, John.
Lawless Avatar
October 5, 2021 at 3:36 PM
Jenna, my walk encompasses 76 years of history...seen through the eyes of a poor city kid, a member of our armed forces, the parent of a multi racial child in the 70's busing "crises" in Boston, caring for my grandchildren while there mother was serving in Iraq. So any expose' would be more about my family than the current situations.
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