A Feeling for the Truth
Neither fact nor action makes for the truth
It’s a lilt on the tongue, a gleam in the eye
It’s a telling a story of heart
Caught me a fish then I told the whole tale
The weight, the length seemed like a waste of breath
So told about a different part
Quiet waters on a quiet day
Willows were draiping their skirts in the water
Under their shadows, pools of fish nips
The air was as big as the sky
The shadows were long and deep
It was all so big, when I caught the fish, it too…
But what do you do with the guy
Who want’s to see the facts and figures
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love how expansive the whole poem is. I especially love “Willows were draping their skirts in the water / Under their shadows, pools of fish nips”
Nice: The weight, the length seemed like a waste of breath
So told about a different part
Can see and feel this:
Willows were draping their skirts in the water
Under their shadows, pools of fish nips
Beautiful and creative description of a landscape and the stories that are told.
Sometimes a feeling for the truth is enough. Emotions shape our experiences. Intuition defies logic. When does the truth matter? When does “the guy” need to “see the facts and figures”? Thinking, maybe when life and fairness are involved. Your poems make me think. Simply stated, yet deep in wisdom.