Willette Harmon Poet I do not know?

Illusionist

ILLUSIONIST


                                I FIND MYSELF QUITE AMAZED THAT AGAIN                
                                          I PORTRAYED THIS ILLUSION
                                I HAD DECIDED TO GIVE UP THE MASQUERADE
                                I DO NOT KNOW HOW OR WHY IT HAPPENED
                                THAT I PUT THE WRONG FACE ON TODAY
                                         WHETHER IT WAS IN MY HASTE
                                PERHAPS THE DIMNESS OF THE LIGHT OR DUE 
                                TO THE BLINDNESS OF MY HEART I REACHED 
                                INTO MY DRAWER AND PULLED OUT THE WRONG 
                                MASK ASTONISHED I WORE A SMILE FOR YOU THIS 
                                THIS TIME  WHEN IT TRULY SHOULD HAVE BEEN 
                                A FROWN WHY DO I FIND IT NECESSARY JUST TO 
                                KEEP YOUR FEELINGS INTACT FOR ME TO KEEP UP
                                       THIS ILLUSION OF CONTENTMENT
                                FOR ME TO CONCEAL THE WAY YOU SOMETIMES
                                MAKE MR FEEL I THOUGHT  CLOWNS HAD THE
                                       MONOPOLY ON DECEPTION
                                FOOLING THE WORLD WITH THEIR PAINTED
                                FACES AND WIDE GRIN IF YOU WOULD CARE TO
                                LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER I AM THAT CLOWN
                                       I AM THE MASTER OF ILLUSION

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Chula Schlesinger-Fleming October 30, 2024 at 9:30 AM Congratulations on becoming a lifetime member; your poems are very inspiring. I especially love this one. Great write!