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Blissfully Full of Holes
by Deborah BreuerI love a man in uniform
One who distinctly and consistently
plays a role
Striding tall among a world of males in cognito
Cognizant of the masks they wear
Transitioning with the situation
Chameleons
A man in uniform is incessant
His compatibility with himself
Stains his very armor
As his unoffending confidence
Emits an unsuspecting charm.
And while each man in such an attire
Is invariably unique in his swatch
I find without variation
That in my rediscovery
Of their role playing
No matter of its consistency
I am disappointed
In the solidity of their uniform
But I do give my heart to them
Those men in uniforms
And I'll admit to their scarcity
And so, thankfully leaving my heart
Blissfully full of holes
However entact. 01/20/2007 Posted on 01/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/20/07 at 10:04 PM Hi Deborah. Excellent, just excellent! What a smooth read from start to finish. "males incognito" and so many more interesting lines. Love your title, too. Thanks. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/16/15 at 11:35 AM love the way the poem moves and weaves and waxes existential. |
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