Of those whose thoughts on parchment not conveyed.
Whose eyes no meaning one can glean.
Jousting with unseen intent;
the invisible pugilist;
those fiendish men.
A smile is a smile is a smile.
A nod we need but reciprocate.
Intentions we shan’t ever know.
Keep you third now on cock;
on the qui vive your ear should always be.
Who’s your friend?
Only the clairvoyant one can tell.
Form and formality bid you keep it in.
Never an utterance.
Never a word.
Never the true self the enemy shows.
A little about me and poetry
This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.
Thanks for reading.