UNCOUNTED TELEPHONE POLES

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.

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Until next time.