You will not be trusted
The gilded heart of a poet
historically rife with
treacherous romantic
notions spilling blood
colored secrets onto pages
whipping hearts into
frenzied gasps and
hand-wringing rages
from towers on high
Oh how you deceive us
for the sake of what —
Truth? which is fickle by
the least of good standards
apt to fly like a flock
of fetid city pigeons
flapping wings against
history and the whispering lips
of stalwart legions!
Sifting through forgotten
gutters, and books for
artifacts of life,
suppositions of existence
soliloquies of cheer
contrived from falsehoods
Poets! too far removed
to recognize your words
have no authority here!
Sandy Knight, 2019, All Rights Reserved
Photo by Daniel van den Berg
Whoa! Come on now, Sandy! Yes to this:
“suppositions of existence
soliloquies of cheer
contrived from falsehoods
Poets too far removed
to recognize your words
have no authority here!”
I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. It gave me quite a rush reading it. Thank you!
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big big hugs to you!!
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