A poet reveals
Only a glimpse of himself
Leaving some of him concealed.
After all, he must keep
His mystery intact.
Poetry is the very essence
Of a masquerade ball
Where no one is as he appears.
A poem resembles
A blurred photograph;
A distant memory reassembled
And trapped onto the page.
The reconstruction of a moment
In need of reassessment,
To find understanding
Beneath the glossy surface.
I like your piece but I differ on it being a blurred photograph from captured memory, it can be a points but sometimes is just off the cuff for no apparent reason and just happens...