Vague and inconsistent
Your story grows in the telling
Like all good fish stories do
We’re left fishing for the truth
Amongst seaweed, old cans and bitter fruit
Do we get a bite or is it more wasted time
Until we’re ready to give up the cause as lost
And at what cost?
Only you can know why you say what you do
All circuitous circumlocution
Next fishing expedition may be more productive
Time. A poem.
In time, you’ll forget
Future becomes past
Distance and memories
In time, you’ll move on
As nostalgia replaces
Longing and currency
In time, you’ll change
Regrets and vicissitudes
Lost with familiarity
In time, truth will fade
As falsities interweave
Becoming the new history
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The Lie. A poem.
(They lived the lie)
Squeezing through gaps in walls grown around themselves
Too high to climb, so much easier in between, in stealth
(Shifting patterns of discourse)
Clockwork fundamentals and wanton thought distractions
A world built upon duplicitous arguments and actions
(The audience and the empty tale)
Franchised so eagerly, outrageously, multifaceted and bold
Some level of acceptance won, for untruths bought and sold
(The error of their ways)
The wolf cried boy cried wolf, in judgements purveyed
Friends thought won now bled, long-term crisis of faith
They lived the lie that left them broken
And, as with all broken things, tossed aside and rotten
They became, in time
Lost
Forgotten
This has been a big week for me. I’ve written a number of poems (some I like, some I don’t) that have been well received. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked and commented.
Next week I start two new uni subjects. I hope to write more poetry in the future. Time will tell.
