Tag Archive | Camouflage

Can You See Me?

It barely moved.

The creature is so little and totally blends in with its environment that it truly takes a discerning eye to pick out the seahorse clinging to the stump.

Seahorse, Nature, Sea Life, Photography

All Bottled Up…

Crying“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 bottled it all up
Covered it with a heavy top
Saying, oh it didn’t matter
Which was simply a blatter
For the hits that I took below
Left scars that beat me hollow
Sometimes, I cry in deep sorrow
But I shake it off in hope of tomorrow.

© 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 Mask For My Eyes…

Mask

“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.

The Silent Predator…

Camouflage 2“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 🙂 ”

You can never be a Lion
Always you will remain a Chameleon
‘Cos Lions roar,
Making their presence known
While you slink in the shadows
Taking your preys,
Silently to their gallows.

© 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.

For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?