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hidden within a pantomime mirage

by Shonda Chrissonberry

some mornings I wonder
why I even bother
getting out of bed

steadily seeking for
an answer ~ note I did
not say "the" ~ to
that all encompassing
question

{you know the one}

and like a bright yellow
smiley face mocking
my existence

it teases only of emotions
it knows I do not possess

my disposition never changes
the colors stay the same
day turns into night

and in those waking moments
between life and dream

my resolution can be found

04/05/2005

Posted on 04/05/2005
Copyright © 2025 Shonda Chrissonberry

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/06/05 at 12:41 AM

...shon, gal, gal...now, i read this three times and each time sloooowwwwer...i, really see some beauty in expression here...and the last one you wrote set a high bar, and i swear this one reaches it...there's existential warmth for the universe in this, dig it: the last five lines are sorta "summing up" and then the last one...i see your "resolution" as--write these beautiful words that you do and 'spress yo'self 'cause you do delightful job of it my friend...love this one, heavy duty serious but loving...peace, chaz

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