Masks

[LaughGiraffe]

Hi!

I wrote this for Purim 2013. More spiritual angst.

Twisting, contorting as we try to force it
and stuff ourselves in life's corset, Absolutely love the rhyme of force it and corset
playing a thousand roles with nary a fuss
leading, supporting, but never us.
I really like these opening lines. Right I away I get a sense of self expression being suppressed or covered forcefully. When you say "nary a fuss" it kind of contradicts, in my opinion, the aggressive tone of the first 2 lines with the "twisting, contorting, force, stuff".

No more maddening scheme could be devised,
on display, in the open, yet disguised,
as we slog along, not dance, not hike
being who we must, not who we'd like.
Again the first 2 lines here are very simple yet powerful. I do feel like "hike" is a little out of place though.

But comes Purim and the briefest chance
to offer the world, and ourselves, a fleeting glance
of who we are, in garb and mask.
Dare we now take up the task?

To hide? Without, perhaps.
But inside something deeper taps.
The mask offers yet a glimpse
of what routine routinely crimps.
I like how you talk about this idea of using masks and costumes to show who you really are. And I loooove "routine routinely crimps"
Under cloak of a Purimspiel
take a dare, be brave, be real!
Choose a mask but if you do,
know that the mask might unmask you.

Nu?

nb

Overall I think you did a great job and the concept of being unmasked by masks is really interesting.