Showing posts with label Liars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liars. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Liars All


 
Who doesn’t lie? Those that say they don’t,
do.  Every writer lies.  Fiction writers the best
liars of all. Creative liars.  That’s the most
desirable.

Poets lie -- embellishments are strung through
dull ornaments to provide the glitter.  We make
it difficult to discern with our turn of the word.

Even if we tell our truths-- they are ours,
not shared by others who have their own
vision of the same event.  These are the liars
that don’t know they are lying.

Does the compartment for liars need to be
reduced to only those with evil intent ?
Not the lier that says you did the right thing
when you obviously didn’t. What of, the color
of your dress compliments your eyes,
and omit the dress makes you look like
a pumpkin with a belt.
That’s a creative lie, but one of omission.

I am a liar.  I hope a creative one.  I hang
by a thread to my truth but embellish, relish
the results as my fingers type faster and I
see what I have said.  Is it a worthwhile lie?
Will it make you smile?  I love your crooked
smile!

(it would be sweet if you’d brush your teeth

--omitted)