Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Hidden

HIDDEN

More than a domestic goddess
Able to refinish furniture
Bake anything
Tile bathroom floors
No
She, the stylish
Flirtatious dancing goddess
Graceful, loving,
Full of passion
Yet to most, her truest essence
Hidden.
 
Not nearly
Boring
Even if his shy eyes
Suggest he has nothing to say
Inside his brain’s a
Deep cavern of experience
Of wisdom
Seeing the world as only a few
Old souls perceive it
Rich, intelligent,
But to all his friends
Hidden.
 
While others click their tongues
And say, “Poor thing,”
She seethes inside with life
And art and music
Dismissed by all
She paints in private,
Writes and dances
Late into the night
Driven to create
But certain to keep each effort
Hidden.
 
And so we go
Misunderstood and overlooked
Each one
Capable
Creative
In tune with the magic of the earth
Yet silent in a crowd
Keeping all beneath our surface
Playing safe
Afraid of what will happen
If even once we do not keep
Who we are
Hidden.

3 comments:

  1. This is exactly why I enjoy public nakedness. The collective gets to see the beauty of all that was hidden and there can be no more tongue ck=licking or assumptions.

    Very Nice bit of nudity you have displayed here Shakes.

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