This post's poem is an example of those ideas that just arrive and you have no idea of what prompted them. This one began with an image of telephone poles and the conceit that ears could see through a lie. Where ever it came from I thank it for arriving.
FALSEHOOD
her ears saw through his lies
despite all the miles between
this paraphernalia of communication
afforded no camouflage
the uncounted telephone poles
strung with copper wire
dotted with ceramic insulation
made no difference
even as he spoke his fiction
it failed to impress
she had his number from the start
she sighed and he knew this was the end
I am not sure the middle stanza is necessary as it highlights the distance and technology that enables the two to talk and possibly this has already been inferred in the first stanza. I leave you to be the judge. I shall continue to give thanks for gifts from the Muse.
Here's The Mountain Goats.
Until next time.
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