truth
February 6, 2017 at 8:34 pm Leave a comment
truth
it seems long since
i accosted the
strange-eyed god.
and, o, the gifts
that he gave me:
all
have brought some joy, and all some pain:
but the worst–the best–
is sight.
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This does seem strangely apropos to me in light of current events–as pure irony–but then I’m prejudiced, I wrote it. It was written as irony in the first place. Well, not pure; I try to cram as many meanings into each line and word as I can.
Entry filed under: poetry, voices. Tags: poetry from voices, truth.
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