What do you see?
A show and
a world of make-believe;
gardens with roses
in full bloom,
like smiles
on family photographs
and distorted faces;
this camera
captures –
spontaneity –
but narcissism
and dress rehearsals
go together
like stages and actors;
it’s on face value,
grains of salt –
take a second look,
it’s on the tip of my tongue –
behind the scenes
of our perfect little world –
once read between the lines,
and now viewed between feeds,
we can now
only imagine
the horror
that lies behind
fake plastic smiles.
Wow nice poem.. I saw a smooth use of words really.. I appreciate that something I myself keep trying to add to my work..
In fact incidentally I’ve got a poem with that last line of yours.. Fake Plastic Smiles
😀