We Lie Close
Close to the truth,
we lie together,
deceiving ourselves,
grasping at the straws
that make up our bed,
knowing the end is near,
neither of us willing to face it.
This poem is my response to Twiglet #212 from Misky, the twiglet of inspiration being “we lie close.” There isn’t any reason for my two most recent poems to have taken a dark turn, but that’s how they came out.
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Truthful and raw, and very well expressed. Thanks for joining in this week, Ken.
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🙂 Thank you.
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That is how they came out – your words – How I understand this.
As if someone else spoke and you wrote.
Sad but beautiful.
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. It can be hard to write when you have to put yourself into a situation you wouldn’t want to experience.
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I agree, sad, but beautiful. It could be the situation of many. I like the wordplay with lie.
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I had hoped that wordplay would be subtle enough, yet not overlooked. Thank you for commenting on that, Merril.
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You’re welcome. It was just as you said, subtle, but there.
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O that hanging on deception! Captured perfectly.
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Thanks, Paul. Yes, that fear of change.
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