The Courtesy of the Wooden Mask

Photo Courtesy of Tess Kincaid

This beautiful wooden mask

hanging on the wall of your past

It never once betrays you or me or us

for it only shows the real face of itself

not the real you or me--

not the real us

Now that you and me

want to see each other--

the real us

we're suddenly in doubt, worried

for we may betray

the courtesy of the wooden mask!

*Note:

Written for Magpie Tales #74

In This Little Summer House

Van Gogh

In this little summer house

I sit still and browse

through the vast field of wheat

remembering how we first met

The big yellow sun shines 

the birds sing in the far pines

I listen to their voice

giving me such strenght to rejoice

How much I miss you, how could I tell?

You're just so far away, I couldn't trace your tale

*Note:

This post is written for Mag 72 by Magpie Tales.

Besides, I linked it in One Single Impression #183.