Face
facade
supposing
appearances
pretending what's not
false image,trustless wings
take you nowhere,just deceit
controls soul,with fake desires
but there will be time to seek honor
achieving truth,by losing your game face
Perfect Fran! If you ever have a moment, I wrote a similar piece-but it is a story: "Taking Off the Mask of Pretense." I wrote two, but # 1 is the one I recently edited. I totally relate to this. Been there, done that, and definitely wore the t-shirt.
I love how you started out with one word and slowly built it with longer words and then phrases. You are a very talented writer, Fran. What a joy to have you on the Cafe to learn from...Well done! Carole
Fran, There is an underlying image insightfully projected distinguishing the characteristics of Facade,
I really like the analogy depicting what it means when one loses their game face as to reveal truth,
the structure and layout gives spice to what is being established, as this solid poem reflects a drawn
aspect of wisdom, the metaphorical analysis of truthful wings leaving the heart in failed flight lends
nicely to the meaning as the reader can establish an image and an emotional factor determining
with a sense of certainty and strength behind the scripted ambience- as the powerfully graphic reveals
Take Care. Mike
It is interesting how many people will condemn themselves by always wearing a facade. Of course, you would not want to show up to work with your tailgate face perhaps (some do, it is the way they are); but you would not show up at the tailgate with a false face either. Well done...
I really enjoyed the visual aspect of this piece nad the honest brutality as well. We all wear masks at some point in our lives, but the reward come when we remove them. Thank you, Fran, for this lovely piece! : )
Perfect Fran! If you ever have a moment, I wrote a similar piece-but it is a story: "Taking Off the Mask of Pretense." I wrote two, but # 1 is the one I recently edited. I totally relate to this. Been there, done that, and definitely wore the t-shirt.
I love how you started out with one word and slowly built it with longer words and then phrases. You are a very talented writer, Fran. What a joy to have you on the Cafe to learn from...Well done! Carole