hark

listening with intent at the cracked wall
flushed of face, as the truth be told
in voices that barely reach a whisper

this cold damp barrier, neatly dressed,
life’s tapestries, reveals just sufficient,
her secrets, to sustain the inquisitive

shadows hiding in shadows, anxious
to remain undisturbed in their solitude,
washed out colours dripping with desire

beyond the confines of this prison of deceit
my heart yearns for release from mendacity
falling freely into this every widening gap

but alas, reality is cold and dank….

greg

claps* I really love this, its so true! great title
misty

Way to go, Cousin; it's richly textured and deeply layered, just as I love poems to be and as yours always are: you never disappoint.

That last line is perfect.

I'm so glad you're here.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie