Sunglasses
I will wear sunglasses so as to hide the tears which form in my eyes for a man is not supposed to cry, so they say, and because of this: my heart I have kept in a safe.
But I will wear sunglasses all the same for I am emotional as poets come as emotional as Thomas who found solace in a bottle as emotional as Byron who went to Avalon without a drink.
For my feelings I carry with me, visible for you to see like Ernst's apple stuck to a forehead.
Glasses which will be taken off when I go to bed at night, lulled to sleep by the stars, my nightmares forgotten.
And when tomorrow comes again, to put them on.
(Excerpted from 'Without a Name' a collection of poems by Val .K., coming soon.)
Val .K. is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com
About the author: Val .K. is a poet and a nature lover.