one day, someone will step back
look at my words as a whole
& see the contradiction
in me
and who I appear to be.
I spin a mixture of truths
& falsehoods -- an intricate
pattern so tightly woven
of dreams
and hopes wrapped in silent screams.
one day, I will be called out.
but with the record set straight,
shall I be deemed a sham or
be praised
for how real my lies are phrased?
5 comments:
how real my lies were phrased...ha...perhaps...
or perhaps the lie is
the life we lead outside
our writing...
Perhaps we all have contradictions in our writing.....or perhaps we write who / what we are at the moment, and this may change as moments pass. I personally don't think in terms of lies, but the concept is interesting.
I feel full of contradictions sometimes. I love that final stanza...great writing.
We are all a mass of contradictions, and then again, we are not. See? I liked this very much (sez the man who uses a pseudonym).
Another marvelous take on poetics, writing, life in general.
Reminds me of something Joe Bageant once wrote in an intro to some essays on the South: "In this section, 'Things Southern,' rests a collection of essays, notes, remembrances and mental shards of a Southern boyhood in Virginia. Some are absolutely true, some shift back and forth between truth and fiction and some are outright lies. I will leave it to the reader to discern the difference. I certainly cannot."
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