by Claire G Shaw
Thursday, December 05, 2002
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Wild Laughter escapes as I soar
over platformed trees, dragon caves and ancient castles.
I stand teetering for a moment on the edge of the wind blown watch tower of the ages, a sliver moment and I am gone again.
I watch the decievers being decieved
and the decievers decieving again,
See the shells people hide in,
See the masks people wear,
Dream on, soar again, find laughter in the smallest things,
As a way to be distracted from
harsh realities and cold fact.
Laugh to stop the tears,
Smile and you're invulnerable,
Be quick and they can't get you,
fleeting and unpredictable,
All they will find is a mind that is as easy to hold
as the morning breeze.
Escape the clutches of fear.
*in this poem is the reason for my often commented scattyness if you look for it*
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|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
|You have great perception of the truth. A very good write. ~Joseph|
|Reviewed by Cat Harvey
|I love your poems..they are so clever and so abstract, this one especially...|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Thought-provoking write, Claire. You just made me think how much more fear is in the world since 9/11, how the masks have turned into shredded pieces, only to be pasted back together with cracks and holes pockmarking the whole...eerie thinking.