Let Me Tell You Something

A lot of us are liars,
telling tales long past our days
of being out of school.

We’re the quiet town criers
selling our souls
on every street corner.

You may think you know us,
but every word we say could be truth
or fiction.

Anyone who uses—
anyone who chooses
their words so carefully,
should arouse your suspicion.

And when the muse conspires
with us to summon up
some notions we want to disperse
(be it story, tale, or verse),
we must discern
if we even dare trust her.

Just because you follow
us in our addiction—think
you’ve got us sussed,
(maybe I’m the biggest liar—
or worse, someone else entirely).

Kathleen Mortensen © 2017

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A poem on deception

SECRETS AND LIES

Lies roll
       off your tongue  
              like the tides run
                     under a lunatic moon.

You can’t control them anymore
         than the sun can cease to burn
                ’til the hand of God snuffs it out.

How many more will you tell, to protect
your secrets?

 

Kat Mortensen©2011 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker

SECRETS AND LIES

Lies roll
       off your tongue  
              like the tides run
                     under a lunatic moon.
You can’t control them anymore
         than the sun can cease to burn
                ’til the hand of God snuffs it out.
How many more will you tell, to protect
your secrets?

Kat Mortensen©2011 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker