“ The Façade ” ~ of a smile ~

He wears a smile

Save no surprise,

If but the while

He means to hide,

His shaded guile

Woefully apprised,

In a conjured façade…

 

He has known wile

In angst of sorrow,

More than enough

To find not borrow,

He’d known tears

Gathered for years

Beyond subsides,

Rendered invasive

To the outer side,

Of harbouring mazes…

 

Thus the façade

Blurred in guises,

Holds few surprises

Be joy or sadness                                          

That smiles disguise,                                      

Alas but for appearance!

“ Moods ” ~ play one like a fiddle ~

You’re flying high

On a cloud

In a too blue sky,

Then suddenly low

At half past late

Land at hell’s gate,

Yet soon revert

Without you bide

To feel quite pert,

When up down ride

Now finds your mind inert…

 

Fixed on a whirlwind

Of mood swings,

This state of mind

From obsequious smile

To woebegone resign,

Wants but  loose the moods

That plays one like a fiddle!

“ A Solitary Tear ” ~ of grief or cheer ~

A solitary tear

Feels incongruous

It appears,

Ambivalent                                         

On an gentle face,

Anxious its presence

Be viewed unkind,

Rather than benign…

 

A solitary tear

Wishing not

To interfere,

With the mien

Of a smile,                                                                                      

Uncertain to stay

The while,

Worrying pleasure

Suffers it be here,

For grief or cheer!