Monday, September 9, 2013

a (1) : a cover or partial cover for the face used for disguise(2) : a person wearing a mask : masker

b (1) : a figure of a head worn on the stage in antiquity to identify the character and project the voice (2) : a grotesque false face worn at carnivals or in rituals

: an often grotesque carved head or face used as an ornament (as on a keystone)

: a sculptured face or a copy of a face made by means of a mold

: something that serves to conceal or disguise : pretense,cloak <aware of the masks, facades and defenses people erect to protect themselves — Kenneth Keniston>

: something that conceals from view

: a translucent or opaque screen to cover part of the sensitive surface in taking or printing a photograph

: a pattern of opaque material used to shield selected areas of a surface (as of a semiconductor) in deposition or etching (as in producing an integrated circuit)

He cannot sit still

In his mind

He cannot sit;

Iron spikes of restlessness

Shoot spasms

From their bed, frustration.

Several ropes dangle

At the edge of his

Peripheral vision –

Escape a reach away.

But it’s night now.


His soul is an old couch;

His strained smile is the water

Drawn from his well.


The answer

To beaten circles

Of paralyzing frustration,

My dear,

Is catharsis.

Now, here is the secret:

This is your gift:

From the world

And to it.


He wants self-worth,

But in the arenas he lays down

As important.

His nearest instigate,

But place a load

He can’t bear –

Not with those shoes.


Run in those shoes,


Until your feet fit them;

Until the sheer joy of running

Outweighs all else.


He wears a mask

As a virtual, facial, hardhat,

Used to shield from sticks and stones and words.

He thinks we like him

For the eyes his mask


He doesn’t realize that a mask only covers

The front of his face.


You are loved.

And empathized with.

And supported,

If you will just blink

In recognition.

Not everyone becomes something.

But those who give back

The gift they are given

Many times over

Are always gifted.

Red and Gold

Your Daily Theme 

for June 20
Opening Line
I snatched the mask from his face. “You?! It was you all along?!”
Use this line as inspiration for a short story or poem.
He smiled and took my hands in his. “Of course. I wondered how long it would take you to recognize me.”

“But…,” I spluttered. “This doesn’t make sense – we’re from different universes.”

“So?” Still that serene smile, constant as ever.

“How are you here?” I asked softly, looking up at his worn face.

“You needed me.”

I swallowed. “Will you…can you stay?”

“As long as you need me,” he said. “I’ll stay as long as you remember me.”

“That, I will.” I gingerly touched his scar. “Always.”

I woke up to the brilliant red and gold sunrise. Thank you.

Link to my piece on Figment: