January 17, 2014

LIES

By EPRobles

LIES came to feast today
upon sun bleached bones
I rode a bicycle across dust
as swords cut the ankles
of my sweet freedom
Mother called for me today
I saw her face a stranger-be
my tears crumbled her soul
and in the dirt I ate my forgiveness
nothing to kill or die for
I imagined what could have been
And my hope is for some day where
we can join as one and be love

::01-15-2014::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

This entry was posted on Friday, January 17th, 2014 at 3:40 am and tagged with #desperation, #dream, #life, #living, #lost love, #mother, #nightmare, #poet, #poetry, #woman, #writer, #writing and posted in Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

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2 responses to “LIES”

• bejamin4
  March 11th, 2014 at 11:34 pm

  Love these lines: “my tears crumbled her soul / and in the dirt I ate my forgiveness”. Very powerful.

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• erobles1963
  March 12th, 2014 at 12:22 am

  Hi Bejamin…I often thought that therein in those words should have been the title of this poem. Poets write to alleviate the madness of their emotions. I am always on a thread between here-and-there and when I receive such replies as yours, well, it pulls me back toward Terra-firma. Thank you…I have a drink that is waiting and I could never reach it from ‘over-there.’ 😉 (just kidding..maybe…?) ~ Phil

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