I powder my face with inscrutibility
My lipstick color is reticent
I Wear ambiguity for a coat
A matching hat of mystery
My purse conceals much
I wear secretive stockings
I walk on clandestine shoes
My language is esoteric
I write with a paradoxical pen
Using the ink of disguise
My words are metaphorical
My thoughts remain hidden
My mind a cryptic labyrinth
I live in mystic realms
My name is poet...
etw-2006
This poem was meant for all poets;-)
Love this one.
Gina
More, more! Very well done, Eileen; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Paul;-)
aka Sparky
Love Tinka
Reindeer
Great poetry.
Susan
Myrna
Full of supernatural promise and intrigue..
You are indeed an adroit and masterly writer, whose work is easy on the eye, and sits well with the imagination and logic..
No one is your peer, and you distribute your labors with professional expertise and precision
Love and Light
Peter
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Shall we begin a resume. . . .
I know many other wonders to add.
DWB
It's a good thing that you're not alone, that's a bloody fact! I had to chuckle at: "my mind a cryptic labyrinth" Can I ever relate to that, especially the way I write 60% of the time.
It is the gold mine, and the bane of a poet!
Loved this!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
love this!
Susan