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Now we all evolve,
transform into
the Other.

Looking high,
seeking low,
water finds its level.


Oh, don’t stand there
feigning innocence
you’ve never known.
Sober as a judge.
Judge me not.
Judge my words
(not deeds)
for though my actions fail me,
and reach exceeds my grasp
and efforts sometimes come to naught,
my words reveal
what’s true.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday.


Jae Rose said...

Yes indeed...words are the trickiest place to hide the truth...those who know see right through each syllable

February 18, 2015 at 9:08 AM
Sheilagh Lee said...

my words reveal
what’s true.

Funny how those trip people up. love your poem

February 18, 2015 at 11:19 AM
Old Egg said...

Can more wisdom can come from a writers pen than by his/her actions? Truth is such an elusive animal it loves hiding.

February 18, 2015 at 6:30 PM
Jan said...

Very intriguing wordplay, the way the poem does seem to devolve into and out of itself. Great Job!

February 19, 2015 at 4:08 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Intentionally? Or do we have to read between the lines to get at the truth?

February 20, 2015 at 10:24 AM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

I knew a judge. Drank far too much.

February 21, 2015 at 4:54 AM

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