Flickering Truths of Tomorrow

 

Nameless faces and faceless names,

Peering out with stained souls slain;

Lying snug in their deceit,

Pressing flat on swollen conceit.

Ritual lies that prick on their soles,

Spun tales weeping their merry woes.

To the liar and the lied,

The keeper and the kept,

The laugher and the laughed at,

And the fleeting souls they met,

Hazy imprints of hands in the sand

Return as a backwash of regret,

Shaking heads,

Frowning glares,

Innocence in wilderness spent.

The next moment of truth conceals

The tales once known and the lies one yields.

Nameless faces and faceless names,

Recovering their armours, chinked and stained

With the words unsaid

And the truths retained.

 

 

Reviews

[Jeberle]

Wow. You said a lot in just one stanza. I liked how you used repetition to create contrast and again, the rhyming really adds another subtle dimension. This poem is very true of human nature. You have some great lines here, like "Nameless faces and faceless names" and "Hazy imprints of hands in the sand."

Keep up the great work!

[Phil Sanders]

Beautifully written .. superb use of language .....