my subtle anonymity

distorted dress conveys
distress; it summons dissarray

in your contorted mind under
arrest; restricted where confined

deprived of factors 'til its prime,
alone, befriended by rebellion or

a simple image of, or what could have
been, what should have been the accidental

glove, the one that fit too big and small
but loved you since thereof.

the image of my flesh in rags
without a hint to colored flags or

thoughts you've had from what you've seen.
amusing as it is to me, to show you

all my liberty, it will remain a mystery
lest you stare deep past your self

with interest yet amiss, and fail to feel
untouched reality, hidden under layers of

my subtle anonymity.

Reviews

[moondust]

This poem plays wonderfully with words. I like it very much.

[Tim McGovern]

The word play and alliteration in this is almost musical.
It reads like a stone skipping across a lake and I mean that in a most pleasant way.
The line breaks and use of internal rhymes make one want to read it aloud over and over and, like a mantra, try and find just the right speed and rhythm so that it flows the way it was written.
A wonderful piece
Thank you
Namaste'
Tim

[Inner Journey]

such an interesting write - one I had to read several times (the best kind - poems that stretch your mind and imagination). These lines, in particular, summed up the meaning of the piece for me:

"thoughts you've had from what you've seen.
amusing as it is to me, to show you

all my liberty, it will remain a mystery
lest you stare deep past your self"

LEST YOU STARE DEEP PAST YOUR SELF. - So easy to pin a label on someone when we can't see past ourselves.

I also loved the rhythmic pattern of this, and the subtle rhyme scheme. I'm so glad I stumbled upon this one.