“Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we conceal.” — Russell Lynes
”I am totally preening with pride.” No, it’s not a camouflage.” ”I am preening because today’s prompt for Writing 101 was humbly offered by me and accepted by Ben Huberman.”
”So I crave your indulgence while I inundate you with poetry 🙂 ”
I feel shame
Deep burning shame
Its cloying presence
Tries to steal my essence
It clings to my clothing
In an attempt at choking
I despise it with so much loathing
My detest so bright and blinding
That to see through these walls enshrouding
I need a mask to cover my eyes.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
It’s time for a little game of poetic hide-and-seek with Day 9’s prompt, Camouflage, by the prolific @jacquelineobyikocha.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
The rhyming in this poem makes it lovely to read and to hear. When I bring the first two lines together with the last I think I get close to what the poet is talking about.
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You Sir are one smart cookie 😉
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Sweet words.
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whoa!
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😉
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