07 February 2011

lacking all ease

we're faced with everything but honest grief

hard lies are shouted in the open street

and pleasant words recited in retreat


by both the kind physician and the thief

until we think the harsh venom is sweet

we're faced with everything but honest grief


so we resile still there's no real relief

for either broken hearts or weary feet

since life itself turns out to be a cheat

we're faced with everything but honest grief

3 comments:

http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/ said...

I hate you...you make this seem so easy! Hats off to you, FSJL.

BTW, the capcha is factere

FSJL said...

In capcha veritas?

It isn't at all easy, Geoff. Otherwise I'd have a volume or two of poems published by now. Yet I don't. Editors reject my poems with consummate ease.

http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/ said...

FSJL, note that I said "seem." I know verse like this is not "easy" to write...again, cheers!