Monday, April 01, 2013

The Voices


The Voices

Pretty little liars
Telling me that this
Is not what I wanted to write
That the perceived visions of beauty
Are illusory and even trite

The chill of their breath
Comes in whispers of doubt that
Penetrate overcoats and cool molecules
Even as the sun blesses the new
Flower buds in plain view

The twist in their smirk
Makes knotted tangles of my words
Enticing me to draw from depths of doubt
Instead of the sound of laughter and
Renewed joy at its summit

The permanence of their scowl
Softened by my compassionate dismissal
Now dimming, fading into the ether, they will
Return to mislead again, and will again
Be expelled.


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