Words strut and prance
dressed up in metaphors
engaged in a dance
keeping confessions safe
keeping them obscure
Between cloaked smoke
and daggered mirrors
said words are hidden
-of that I’m sure
©Vivian Zems
#NaPoWriMo 2019- National Poetry Month Challenge [CONFESS]
Poetry Pantry #446
Smell The Coffee 
April 14, 2019 at 11:48 am
The collage is wonderful! As is your poem. I especially love the intriguing title.
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April 14, 2019 at 11:11 pm
Thanks Sherry!
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April 14, 2019 at 11:51 am
Oh, clever!
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April 14, 2019 at 1:10 pm
Thanks Angela!
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April 14, 2019 at 12:17 pm
“Between cloaked smoke and daggered mirrors,” gosh that is such a strong image! 😀
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April 14, 2019 at 1:10 pm
You’re too kind , Sanaa 😅 That was me trying to be clever🤓
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April 14, 2019 at 12:59 pm
I love the way you characterized words. Picturing them strutting and prancing makes me smile. Words – where would we be without them?
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April 14, 2019 at 1:09 pm
Indeed!
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April 14, 2019 at 1:07 pm
I thought words were only hidden when the poet is desperately searching for them. My rhyming dictionary is getting a bit worn from overuse!
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April 14, 2019 at 1:08 pm
Lol!
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April 14, 2019 at 3:35 pm
They sometimes prance across the page. Hide but want to be found. Sometimes what’s not said says the most.
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April 14, 2019 at 11:11 pm
Indeed …I agree, Colleen 🙂
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April 14, 2019 at 3:51 pm
What a lovely arrow shaped poem, Viv. I am so gratified that you have used my word list so faithfully. It has been a wonderful journey for me to read your poems every day. I am taking the day off from Instagram but I will catch up with my comments there tomorrow.
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April 14, 2019 at 11:10 pm
A pleasure, Kerry 🙂
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April 14, 2019 at 5:15 pm
The words seem to dance across the page…
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April 14, 2019 at 11:10 pm
I tried! …lol!
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April 14, 2019 at 6:28 pm
Metaphors are the best dancers–sharp and hidden, but always allowing us to watch and feel.
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April 14, 2019 at 11:09 pm
Absolutely!
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April 14, 2019 at 7:24 pm
I love the jaunty shape and rhymes, Viv, and the cloaked smoke and daggered mirrors!
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April 14, 2019 at 11:09 pm
Thanks Kim!
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April 14, 2019 at 9:51 pm
Words do have a dance that can be both mystical and revealing. Love this Vivian!
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April 14, 2019 at 11:09 pm
Thanks Carrie!
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April 14, 2019 at 11:36 pm
“cloaked smoke” and “daggered mirrors” — this is noir waltzing and winking in poetry. Very cool.
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April 14, 2019 at 11:40 pm
Thank you! 🙂
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April 14, 2019 at 11:51 pm
Some awesome layers and intrigue in this eloquently formed piece. Nicely constructed … wonderfully rendered.
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April 15, 2019 at 12:44 am
Those dancers are magicians too, showing the audience what they think might be a reflection of themselves when it is actually a shiny piece of the poet’s soul.
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April 15, 2019 at 1:09 am
Clever and lovely!
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April 15, 2019 at 2:10 am
Luv the poem title realised on the last stanza.
Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday today
Much💚love
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April 15, 2019 at 6:07 am
I like the ‘cloaked smoke’ and ‘daggered mirrors’; and the ‘strut and prance’ had me immediately visualise Antonio Banderas’s dashing Puss in Boots. Lovely fun altogether ,,, masking a serious message.
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April 15, 2019 at 6:35 am
Like the image of words dancing dressed up in metaphors!
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April 17, 2019 at 4:24 pm
Words are wonderful both for concealing and revealing things.
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April 25, 2019 at 8:56 pm
I really like this.
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April 28, 2019 at 12:19 am
Thank you 🙂
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