You wear a mask
To hide your glance
You wear a mask
To hide your stance
You wear a mask
To hide yourself
You wear a mask
To blind yourself
Release your mask!
Reveal yourself
Tag poetry
Dying Day
Raindrop
A drop of rain
Clings tentatively
In time’s brief moment
Until it cannot anymore
It’s grip is lost
Before falling
To the floor
Obstacle
Cigar
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”
If things did not work out yesterday
They might work out today, right?
And if not, there’s tomorrow
Perhaps I need a cigar?









