Pen Name Anonymity When in times of taciturn verbosity I take up my quill and dip the inkwell deep, I am not illuminating self, but hiding in the web of crafted words - that I may not be seen. And all these words and images are merely shadow puppets on a screen, telling stories soundlessly, the meaning known alone - to me. And when this poem endeth and all the verses run, you are then none the wiser, for all that has been sung. For in these my crafted words, carved in deepest shades, my heart this ink has hid from thee, and all that’s left is wordiness - that I may not be seen. James Gagiikwe © 2007 |
