Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Walls of Superficiality

So many live on the edge of Superficiality
Not wanting to see beyond the physical
Pretty clothes pretty people
Living pretty lives

They will never know the extrordinary ordinary
Regular every day people
Lives more complicated than the surface we see
Inside jokes
Struggles that add humor to their lives
Answers to questions they will never ask
They have dreams
Some beauty lies below the surface
Diamonds are never found laying on top of the ground
Gold is hidden for a reason
True wealth comes from effort

I want to be an emotional miner
Superficiality will not satisfy my yearning
Tell me your story
My ears scream for your words
Your secrets are safe with me
Tell me your jokes
I will get the punch line
I will cry your tears
Our spirits are intertwined
Unseen connections become our bonds
We were alway related
Time distance language computer screens
They are not limitations
I see beyond to a life of imagination
Not limited by what is seen
What is unseen will be fully felt
Our spirits eternal
Walls of superficiality melt away

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Timothy Hicks March 25, 2013 at 12:20 AM This poem is amazing even by your standards. I loved the "emotional miner" metaphors... so many good points were in that whole section. Reading this makes me wish that everyone had a love for writing... then the amount out of stories would be endless... while at the same time I'm glad not everyone is the same, then who would feel unique? Walls of superficiality melting away? How I'd like to see that transformation in person! Richard Lamoureux March 25, 2013 at 7:14 AM People all around us are being transformed before our very eyes. It is difficult to see because we ourselves are going through the same process.

Thvia Shetley January 16, 2013 at 9:52 AM this is why i love poetry. I get see the extraordinary within. Yours is most evident in this write. Richard Lamoureux January 16, 2013 at 2:10 PM Thank you so much. It is nice to see a new face. I appreciate you commenting.

Heather Ober January 14, 2013 at 11:49 AM I love the metaphor you used here. I always appreciate how insightful and observant your poetic voice is! Richard Lamoureux January 14, 2013 at 12:29 PM Thanks Heather, what a nice thing to say, you have touched me.

Vicky Tsiluma January 12, 2013 at 11:42 PM 'An emotional miner' - just that hit me hard. I like the parallel to diamonds and gold - those that remain hidden until whoever is worthy stumbles upon them. But some do employ thousands to find the precious stones, they are not worthy - it's like emotions, you acquire the superficial to protect your real against those who would misuse your trust. Great write Richard! Richard Lamoureux January 13, 2013 at 1:22 AM Thanks Vicky, I appreciate your reaction, it tells me I have hit the right note. Good night.

Poet Destroyer A January 12, 2013 at 2:47 PM love it, superficiality is surely something among us, enjoyed your write ~always & forever~PD Richard Lamoureux January 12, 2013 at 2:55 PM Thanks again Linda.

Toquyen Harrell January 12, 2013 at 8:56 AM Never believe that. I don't think one can see a true person just to know them on the surface. You have to have a desire to go beyond that. Enjoyed, Richard! Richard Lamoureux January 12, 2013 at 9:31 AM Thanks for commenting.

Audrey Haick January 11, 2013 at 1:29 PM From reading your poems, and comments I know this is truly you, Richard. This is an outstanding testament from a heart that cares for humanity. Awesome! Love, Annalise Richard Lamoureux January 12, 2013 at 12:04 AM What a nice thing to say, you bring a tear to my eye.

Irfana Ali Bhat January 11, 2013 at 8:56 AM walls of superficiality are growing in today's world...no one cares to know wt is beneath that well adorned exterior...indulging in brands and luxury make our day....but there comes a day when each one of us realises that it is a futile exercise...instead of growing from inside,we have shrunk into nothing....those who realise this soon can make amends but those who realise it at the end are left with nothing... this poem touched my heart ,Richard..:) Richard Lamoureux January 12, 2013 at 12:14 AM Hi Irfana, I feel what you are saying. I hope our world changes direction before it is too late. We all give our lives to something and like you say at the end it is to late. People offer a much better use of our time.

Yanny Widjanarko January 11, 2013 at 7:06 AM Great thoughts, deep content loved the concept :) straight right to my fave folder :D -hug, yanny Richard Lamoureux January 12, 2013 at 12:15 AM Thanks Yanny, you honor me once again.