the lies we tell ourselves
Convince ourselves of
the white linings
we fabricate,
just a bit longer
Just until I reach This point…
like cards perpetually
Collapsing
Reassembled
for dear life
*
until one day
that flash of Transparency
in a heartbeat
*
the light Strengthens
consenting focus
the cards are gone
the linings
the lies are what they have always been
that Moment of Nudity
That
*
harder as time passes
and all the more Necessary
*
No blame
merely the simple Modesty
of our Tangible reality
*
Photograph by Nick Zungoli
So true yet lovely.
I love that juxtaposition! Merci Carole
Yes, dearest one, what truth you speak. Once again you capture the fleeting, yet permanent sense of time and perception. xoxo
Merci ma Claire pour ta perception!
Sometimes it seems like you’ve been floating over my shoulder making poems of my life!
What a great gift you have!!
Yes, Paula, I did feel as if I knew your shoulder!