Hopeful In a Time of Confusion

Anticipate salvation –
the stork master
spews cryptic babble

Is there hope to be had?
Don’t speak forked-tongue
cannot decipher the yarn

Suspect time alone holds truth
experience will betray the lies
integrity winning out in the end.

(Image mine)

The Lies We Tell

He recalls we were gorgeous,
pleased me like an egg – fast

Why lie to men about
what blow must skin cry?

We are black from mist above moan,
I bare my drive as pink,

sit through summer of aching,
show my gown sweet…

though never did sleep.

(Fridays are magnetic poetry.  Find it online at magnetic poetry.com.  Love it if you’d join me.)