Holiday

Trapped in a still,

A swift motion picture goes around me-

People portray smiling faces

Wrapped in the truth of the imaginary.

The shallow perceive;

But only the wise can see.

 

Can happiness, joy and love

Be so empty?

The loneliness pushes

To reminisce that of ghosts past-

Lingering memories

That foreshadow today’s reality.

They tell me to listen quietly.

 

Listen to the silence beneath

The crackle of the firecrackers,

The cries of a hidden warrior

From inside the depths of me-

Telling me

That only the wise can see.

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

I enjoyed this poem, but I can't help but feel it needs a little work. I suggest reading the work aloud and smoothing the flow a little. My humble suggestion. Please keep writing!

[Poetic Beauty]

silence and be a great thing or very painful at times. This has a bit of mystery to it but also it has a sad over-all tone.

[Seanne Tholltree]

sad flow on a holiday...