I reached for something gleaming
thinking it a jewel
maybe I’m a fool, falling for
smoke and mirrors.
Real life is not as we dream
as night pulls down her shades
our days charades may end then too
when the last fascade finally
lays sleeping.
The moon was up all night
gave me a half-hearted smile
as she sat amid the early blue
maybe after painting the town red
she was also using those
smoke and mirrors to hide the
fact she should’ve already given
way to day and, gone off to her bed.
I was looking for someone
whose soul wasn’t there
in that soft fall of
cushion and clouds
Sometimes friendship
itself is the error
when make-up’s applied
so effectively
behind the
smoke and mirrors.
~*~
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This is so beautiful….so much smoke and mirrors these days.
as she sat amid the early blue
maybe after painting the town red
That is so inspired and gorgeous! Wow.
It is most difficult sometimes to see behind or through a screen of smoke. Well written!
I love the use of colors and imagery~smoke and mirrors and makeup. This is just a great write. It’s one of the most creative takes on the prompt I’ve read yet.
I was looking for someone
whose soul wasn’t there
in that soft fall of
cushion and clouds…for me this speaks of deep disappointment and pain.. so hard when friends are not what we thought they are..
Beautifully done, I particularly like the mid-line rhyming of charades with shades.
K
The poem flowed lucidly done my mind … wonderfully done !!!
I like this: “as night pulls down her shades”
I really like the opening stanza. Nice flow to this.
We all fall for smoke and mirrors at one time or the other ~ Nice one Bren ~
Smoke and mirrors indeed! Well done. Really a good read.
Daydreamertoo,
Something rather mysterious in your words. Perhaps a moving shadow merging with the moonlight….I liked what I saw:)
Eileen
Really liked this, lots.
i really like that last bit about friendships…i had to re-read it a few times to fully appreciate it, but…illusions though do not last and soon enough you find the truth…
This is an intriguing write, that makes one wonder…….yes, we must look for substance, behind the smoke and mirrors!
Powerful! I especially like the 3rd stanza.
Scamming, playing with smoke and mirrors, often fools me (not with money), because I do not begin with doubt. That’s the “innocent until proven guilty” school, which is supposed to be so foolish. But I’d rather assume the positive than shut myself off. I can’t predict which “friend” if any, is going to be a miscreant.
So I guess, this is not really feedback on your poem with its core when the moon doesn’t give way to the sun. The inconstant moon. Surprising how often it does the right thing.
Yeah so many frauds it is hard to see through them sometimes, but then treat everyone as a fraud at first and you can suss them out with ease haha