April is National Poetry Writring Month.
30 poems in 30 days.
This is my 1st time participating. And here we go...number 1.
Charades
We play this game as kids,
Silently evoking emotions,
dancing with caricatures,
trying to be heard without speaking.
Charades.
No, I've never stopped playing, but
now it is so I can skip on the surface of reality.
I am the pebble that knows not where it will land,
nor what will trigger the next projection.
As in charades, the more people the better.
The better I get at placing the mask just so.
Just so you won't see.
Then I wonder who else is playing with me,
and who will finally guess right.