Lies of a PoetA Poem by Poe ReddAnd old one that finally won me over from a completed notebook.Lies listened when she talked. She talked without the lies on her lips. Her mouth was closed to her words, still she lied, way out there. The wolves howl her lies for her, making the moon grin for her; undeserving she praises the moon. Mother moon's warm laugh lines lie for her,dimpling the ocean in a ballerina-parody of a whirlpool, collecting stories, and words. The ocean's deep sucking mouth lies for her, spitting out the poets and the wreckage when her rage is spent. The poets lie for her. But only to save her sorry poet skin.
© 2014 Poe ReddAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPoe ReddOntario, CanadaAboutI'm back!! Will update all this nonsense soon. Much new writing to arrive shortly. Not a place for children. more..Writing
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