Art work by: Tomoki Hayasaka
Childlike innocence pervades
Every action you take.
Though nothing
Escapes your attention.
You give us impressions
Of growing ignorance
But we know this is
Part of many protective layers.
Feigning misunderstanding
You lead us astray
When you stare blankly
At most interactions when
Clarity is urged.
You change and deceive
A slow intellect is really
A guise to distract us
From your agile mind
Working tirelessly to
To lead us on journeys
Entirely of your making.
With your head buried
Somewhere inside
Your own importance
We will continue to discover
Where the real you hides.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/photo-2-mollusk/
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Wow Michael I really love this one, one of my favorites for sure. I could relate
Well I guess I am pleased, lol,thanks for that lovely comment. Then again all writing is about trying to connect with your audience. Sometimes you do sometimes you don’t so I am happy with your response, very encouraging.
=) Well your poem certainly connected with me
Thank you Yves to me I don’t know a lot about molluscs other I have some in my garden but the images was about layers.so I went with that.
I don’t know a lot about them either only that are quite a lot of mollusks in Sweden haha
This was a very intelligent move on the prompt. Loved the words and the insight.
Thank you so much. Please call again.
I love the art and poem. We all drag our heavy shells around, don’t we?
Ah, great comment Brenda. Yes we do, just so we can drop back into them in moments of danger. Hope you are well today.
We don’t want to become escargot!
Most escarnot!
LOL Good one!
Sorry I obviously too much time on my hands.
LOL I wish I did. I’ve been preparing for my class tomorrow, and now I have to put my youngest bean to bed. Or she will begin to wilt, poor tired bean.
Ah good on you mom, my youngest turned 27 on Monday he puts himself to bed…lol
I’ll get there one day… 🙂 I’ll miss reading a story and giggling, though.
Yes I understand that but by then there might be Brenda gkids to read and giggle with.
Ooo!! How exciting! Sh, don’t pressure the kids, they haven’t even hit puberty yet. (Secret giggle)
Ok I get you. I hope that in five years we are still blogging and you can tell me how the reading and giggling is going…lol…I say enjoy it while you can, it is a magic time for you and them.
Exactly! Five years, wow. That will be a lot of magic. 🙂
For them and old age for us…lol
I meant that many years blogging, but you are right, too. We’ll always be young at heart, though. 😉
As a teacher it made me that way.
A rare insight on a lot of people I would think. Always something they are not, just to fool us. Or them? Really well done Michael.
Thank you Jackie, I think we all have our own protective shells we withdraw to every so often.
I love the picture, it’s so weird, but wonderful I couldn’t see at first how it related to the poem and then it started to make perfect sense. I think a lot of us are hiding in plain sight, aren’t we?
Very much so. A few years ago I did an exercise with a drama class where I said I wanted them to be invisible. I went out of the room foe a few minutes. When I returned there were kids hiding behind curtains, behind blocks all the usual places. Two kids lay flat on the middle of the floor. Afterwards we concluded that often the most obvious is the one we overlook as we are not looking for them so we don’t see them. Taught me a lesson about visibility that lesson.
This is an amazing lesson…
I once sprained my ankle by tripping over a pile of biology textbooks. My teacher had left them in the middle of my bedroom floor (I was living at school at the time) so that I couldn’t miss them but it had the opposite effect and I fell right over them!
You see you proved my own experience, or you are just bumble footed?..lol
A very interesting piece.
Thank you so much it was a challenge to write. Thanks for reading. Michael.