Hidden Moments
Hidden moments
Speckled in between
Consciousness and duty
Off the grid
To breathe, portray
The faceless stranger
At times, communal
Our boisterous philosophy
Our synchronous sipping
Our huddled masses
Frearning to be yee
Like today
Like now
The sweet-baby 40s melody
Caressing my better nature
Confessing my nomenclature
And no one can see
And no one allowed
But me.
(5/17/12)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
