Clarity fell like a shooting star on a moon-starved night.


Fib


what good could it do?
so i lie

to me and to you
and to any, all who

would beckon the truth
yes i lie

~

but how shall i sleep
when i lie?

~

when i toss and i turn
in the dark of the night

when truth harbors doubt
so it won't be found out

what good could it do?
so i lie







Poetry by StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-06 at 03:24

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Crafty little sister... You're too good. :P
2013-11-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with what the others have said. Well done.
2013-06-09



Well written!
2013-06-08


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I have to agree with Rob's comment, really liked this a lot

Elle
2013-06-06



As my English once said: people lie, chickens lay. Yet, there is "when I lay me down to sleep . . . I pray the Lord my soul to keep." So, we lie, we may lay, though not eggs, though, in a sense, we (that is you, the female of the species) may, in a rather interior fashion, and we most definitely lie. Or, as you say: fib. Is a fib a lie? Damn straight it is, but to say "I'm fine," is merely a shortcut for saying "no."

Wonderful poem, as always. Brief, pointed, touching. Makes me a little sad that it must be so.
2013-06-06


Rob Graber
I like this poem very much. It is crafted with exceptional skill, and plays cleverly on "lie." That, as Robert Frost said, is playing the words. Its brevity and clarity make this poem "a shooting star on a moon-starved night"! Bravo!
2013-06-06


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
People stand by the truth all the time, but then they
lose it. Do I lie???
2013-06-06