My mask has set me free
to fly among my memories
when our love was born
transparent as a butterfly
among forget-me-not-s
unpretentious of blue
(C) Periodicity
17June2013
Vivian L Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on July 27, 2013
They say most of us wear a mask of some kind or other; are we trying to set ourselves free, you are probably right about that. Of course the mask is off when we fall in love, or it should be.
Masks are rarely used to conceal who we are, but to suggest who we long to be. For example, of or relating to a period.
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2013
Wearing masks which we have all experienced...somehow I cannot picture you ever having to wear a mask. I think you have never pretended to be someone you are not...
....whether intrepid, incognito, or ineffable as your baby blue butterfly, your memories may mask more but seldom less than the intrigue your poetry alludes to... an essentially inimitable combination, at once clever and artistic... designed to dazzle with the terse verve of Vivian's verse... wonderfully wrought!
Roger
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2013
VIVIAN, WE ALL WEAR DIFFERENT MASKS WHEN WE FEEL IT NECESSARY...
KEEP GOING ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK,,ANNA
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Love & Peace
William
Lovliest mask transparent as a butterfly.
Blue of lovely poetry for memories to fly.
Lady Mary Ann
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Roger
KEEP GOING ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK,,ANNA