How Your Lies Remind Me of a Waterfall

Mist forms from your mouth

And falls from your stubble chin

Scrapes and grinds with air

         It’s not mixed well with truth

 

You know cares that tremble

And shatter without breath

Rushed from the lips of rain

         They plummet from your tongue

 

Hands smooth but callused palm

Catches mist that dribbled down

Stopping lies and seeping scarlet

         Conflicting with emerald eyes

 

Indifferent wave of torrid motions

I never knew I had

But I cannot design a river without

         Knowing where the waterfall lies.

Reviews

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Wow. Very clever and superb write. Nicely done!

[Kelly Scheppers]

"You know cares that tremble
And shatter without breath
Rushed from the lips of rain
They plummet from your tongue"

These lines are extraordinary...I simply had to highlight them!

[I Shred This Cabbage]

But I cannot design a river without

Knowing where the waterfall lies
how mysterious! i love it!
lies beget lies and as such can stream like a waterfall. effortless. well done.

[Who Cares]

Wow, impressive imagery was intense and and your point was strong and held through the whole poem. Nice work.

[AK]

Very nice poem! Great imagery and extremely descriptive words. Well done!

[Marie]

Lies can fall like rain from a tongue, but you've obviously discovered how to turn them away.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Touching and beuatiful imagery and plotted points, well done, good read.

[s.r.knight]

I love the imagery in this! And all the ways you describe falling liquids. This was absolutely beautiful! This is some fine, fine work!