Pocket Flint

I used to want to believe, or

Rather wished, that Truth

Was magnificent Light,

Impossible to behold, but

Possible to be touched by.

I looked under every stone,

On every page, and in the

Veiled face of many a sage.

These days I find little truths

Hidden deep in my pockets

Wrapped in bits of fabric,

Small shreds of paper, and

Pieces of tissue, held together

By paper clips, covered in dust.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

Finding truths seems to become more difficult with various opinions regarding each example.
I saw a disturbing documentary that makes me wonder what it is or if it is, however, as usual, I like your, interesting, or thoughtful or (?) work and I had no problem with thirst throughout the read

[Laz K.]

Thanks for reading and commenting, Dave. You never fail to make me smile - that is an achievement that deserves some serious award. I mean it. :)

[John Cardwell]

NIce one Laz! Entertaining and enigmatic. I will be keeping a closer eye on my pocket fuzz; I may be missing something important! :)

[Laz K.]

Thank you, John. Should you find any little truths hidden in your pockets, let me know! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Napkin poems for me...ones abandoned, then gone back to in a more lucid moment.
j.

[Laz K.]

Little pieces of Truth...

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, if you are expecting a eureka moment to discover the truth, it doesn't always happen like that. Sometimes it is a slow bleed. Enjoyed your thoughts here, both the feeling of discovery and the visuals your lines gave.

Chris

[Laz K.]

I think you might be right.
Thanks for reading and commenting.