by
Pavel Chichikov on Aug 31, 2011 in
Poetry
Beggars
No longer will you be an actor, play yourself, There is no script to follow
Nor will the face behind the mask be hollow
For then the scenery, the flats and props Fall down And charming false
anticipation stops
But truth is for themselves alone, not others, They live by what they’re
taught – In life and business beggars have no brothers
But what if even they know not the truth?
Then even in a wilderness
No one could be more lost, as close to death
Pavel
August 18, 2011
Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."
