The shutters of our eyes have been opened–
Death unveils mourning friends and neighbours
With waterlogged memories of last year
And the fading light on the faces we forgot–
Some are consoled by a bulging bag of promises
And an awkward ritual handshake at the end–
Nothing is heard when hoarse voices shout
At the same time,staring at the mud and silt:
Your language wears thin like your patience–
Touched by sunlight,the landscape comes alive
But those who have travelled far and wide know:
Our lives become the lies we hide behind.
A sublimely nuanced and insightful piece that exemplifies this author’s inimitable poetic metier.
Thank you very much,Louis.
‘Our lives become the lies we hide behind’ …it makes me remember shakespeare’s ‘Life is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing’… the poem’s philosophical note is touching
Thank you,dear Pushmaotee.