Man and Masks at SAM by Tommia Wright
The Tasks of Masks
What is it about the masks on the wall?
No matter the size, how large or how small-
That tempts the passersby to want to hide from it all?
How do the paints and patterns bring about a character anew?
Do the different eyes before the face give a perspective now askew?
Are the masks worn day and night?
Are they on your face, blind to our sight?
How well do we mask the hurt, the pain?
How often do we hide away the distain?
Or is it the inner child taking part
In creative expression born of the heart?
Tommia's Tablet 
I love this one. Great poem with great insights!
Thank you.
why am I hiding behind you ask?
the answer is simply too vast.
tee hee hee… loved this one Tommia, you went deep….just like the Ravens…hahaha
seriously good one tho!! 🙂
(smile) Glad you liked it!
Charming. I like the picture and the insight of the verse.
Thank you.