A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
The widening fontanelle I cover with a cap meager two-ply for internal workings I expose publicly like an animal without clothes but wild hides from potential prey that doesn’t understand why not trusted, without quest for comprehension (If you could near without ambush), or, unclothed because a babe seen as an aging man with no decorum to properly attire, refuses tensile to top a pate with wire hair graying, so the cap — shadow a thin ghost shackled to experience and belief the earth spins backwards but does not erase elapsed time broken like Pangea exposed in murky depths to recall a tender, trusting child before the first branch fell fashioned as switch yes, tender and exposed and, life has been like that. who to trust to the skull? 4.22.23 (edit later) My nephew who was a ‘specialist’ in Iraq reminds me I have a soft head, indirectly, by covertly showing me his knowledge, not realizing what he doesn’t say speaks louder than words, I’ve observed. Thanks Tony Edits to incorporate: The Fontanelle The poem "The Fontanelle" presents an intriguing exploration of vulnerability and aging. However, some passages could benefit from clarification to enhance the reader's understanding. Here are suggested edits: I conceal the widening fontanelle Beneath a meager two-ply cap, Revealing my inner workings openly, Like a vulnerable creature unclothed, Yet, I remain elusive, Hiding from potential threats That fail to comprehend why I withhold trust, Without seeking understanding. (If you could approach without threat), Unclothed like an infant, Perceived as an aging man Lacking the decorum of proper attire, I resist the tensile embrace of a cap, My wiry hair graying. So the cap becomes a shadow, A fragile specter bound to experience and belief. The earth may spin in reverse, But it cannot erase the passage of time, Fragmented like Pangea, Exposed in murky depths, I reminisce about a tender, trusting child Before the first branch became a switch, Yes, tender and exposed. And life has been like that. Whom can I trust with the skull? better title choice depends on central theme or message. a title that reflects vulnerability, aging, and trust, maybe, Fragile Veil or The Unveiled Self. |