Truth…….

by doreen peri

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-22 17:39:00

Truth sits like a vision
of a young child
tottering on
the corner
of a stool,
legs and arms
spread out
in an attempt
to catch the falling,
nothing underneath
to catch

Truth, the Magician,
takes His mission
like a God

throwing out
bits of light
like a candle
upwind
from
the
blow

Truth’s in tow
behind itself,
echoing the glow
below the shelf
we put ourselves on,
the dawn,
just a denial
of days of doubt,
Sun, the numb of pain
that blames without
the figuring out.

Truth is the only win,
spinning on itself
like a top,
spilling out
arcing rainbows
of what is and what is not
on a blanket of snow
soon to melt with spring.

Truth sings
YES!
as harps
and hopes
and ropes
which twisted
necks into a bind
while blind,
the cane
tries itself
on a jury,
touching
each
and
every
fury
with
the
tip
to
find
its
way.

Truth
is blues
in delay,
strung out
on six strings,
plucked like
eyes harmonizing
with themselves.

Truth can’t stand
itself but must.

Truth.

Unjust
yet so much more
the touch of it,
so dusted
on our eyes.

Truth is wise,
despised, yet treasured!
The opening of eyes
the size of Life
unmeasured!
.
.
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.3.20.2002