Saturday, August 13, 2011

Three Short Poems on Truth


A lie entails another
to keep ever consistent.
The false beckons an answer
to questions so untimely
they should never be asked.

Truth carries in its reasons
another question given
over to enquiry more
and states its case coherent
with whatever would be known.

The fabrication is less
truth than fiction ever told
to entertain listeners
with what they might wish to hear
and sadly reveals itself.


Truth is stranger than fiction.
This is why we tell so many lies,
because we wouldn’t want
to appear strange
especially to ourselves.


Oh Truth how it does hurt,
but not nearly so much
as the lie told to spare one’s feelings.

The former is painful,
but the pain of the latter
lingers without some sign of relief.

Perhaps mostly the worst
is the refusal to answer 
the question which retains the doubt.

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