Credit: Noell Oszvald
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart
You fiddle with words, lace them as art
Then strike me with blows with no prior
Warning, your every kiss is black fire
Waiting to suffocate my throat
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart
Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector
Of wicked games, & I, a poor sport
Of your diversions. Now, I am scarred
With guilt, wallowing in rust & mire
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Writing to Rondel poetry form, Hosted by Gayle ~ Thanks for the visit ~
I think that once you start to lie you are at a risk of being on a downward fall... so sad when the foundations crumble because of the lies... Love your rhymes here.. subtle and smooth..
ReplyDeleteYikes...the form lent itself well to the darkness of this topic and you captured the anger, almost despair.
ReplyDeleteThis is a sterling take on the form, creating strong interest, capturing our attention, with the form being secondary. Divorce trials must be depressing as truth is held hostage.
ReplyDeleteSuch strong use of images in this passionate piece.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Lies, always lead nowhere. I enjoyed reading this delightful piece, vivid, and deep.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you always use such vivid imagery. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteOf all the sins of mankind, I think lying is the one I hate the most. The sadness in this is palpable and the frustration very real. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeletewow! this is really powerful and in your face truthful
ReplyDeleteLove the strong tone of this one. Liars are generally exposed soon enough. It seems this one is!
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Grace. Your repeating lines really drive home the message and the topic hit particularly close to home...at one time. Your closing verse was especially dramatic with these words:
ReplyDelete"Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector
Of wicked games, & I, a poor sport
Of your diversions."
Familiar with this type of deceit, the half truths, lies, and duplicity that characterize a user of people to make themselves look better to others. Too bad they hurt others to protect themselves.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this honest, revealing piece
ReplyDeleteLiars sure can ruin it for everyone else, especially those closest to the lie.
ReplyDeletesounds like a rough divorce..he said...she said..they said.. I think you captured the sorrow on all sides.
ReplyDeletePretty scary when words could not be taken at face value! It would be nonsensical to ever come to terms when one would be wondering what would follow. Great take Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
I love this, in particular:
ReplyDelete"You fiddle with words, lace them as art"
Wonderful rondel, Grace. I loved, "You fiddle with words, lace them as art"
ReplyDeletehauntingly beautiful
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteouch...mire drags down specially if it's of lies...a fantastic use of the form Grace...wow...
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of the court case now going on in Canada where the monster sits silent and defended and his victims are on trial for their pasts and reputations. Classic. Powerfully written!
ReplyDeleteA strong interpretaton of the form. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteAh indeed...at the trial, who is the bigger liar?
ReplyDeleteExcellent title! And these words "Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector" are so well designed. The idea of "lacing" words as an art -- lawyers do this, and we always hope in a good and truthful way. People do this, and we always hope in a good and truthful way. But there are indeed those slick people who use them to use other people. This is an excellent portrayal of that. Photo is well chosen as well.
ReplyDeletePowerful piece.
ReplyDeleteI can relate. Great poem, Grace. I'm with Hank. It's a powerful piece, all right.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting form that works extremely well with the theme. You've really struck on something here: the truth about lying - which is that it quickly becomes habitual. Once it is discovered, by another, that you have told a lie, nothing you ever say can be accepted - without reservations - as the honest truth. What's more, there is no incentive for the other party to remain truthful - when the truth is inconvenient.
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I love this Grace !!!
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