No, I’m not chasing – the truth in the lies, the chance
dreams, so alluring – that without consequence
they remain recurring, – would ruin all thought of romance
until they sting, – until words are lost in a frozen glance,
until these eyes lose their fire – until love loses its luster
but I could chase a desire – reducing a reality to a blur,
if the circumstances should require, – may a change of heart occur,
that a lover be reduced to a liar – to conjure any truth I could muster.
#268 11-01-08
*Note to the Readers:
I borrowed this idea from PT Diep, the originator of the cleave poem, which is what
this poem is. it is meant to be three poems in one: first, read only the left hand lines,
then, read only the right hand lines, then read all the lines together as a whole.
More information can be found at Cleave Poetry. i hope that you will stop by his site and offer opinions on his form of poetry.
You may also find PT Diep Blogging at wake up, sleeper.
