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May 2021 Collage Poem: Truth Not Fiction

Aches like an August sky with a lipstick smile
Tangled at sunset in crimson skies
Despicable creatures run and hide in shadows

Drowned rats find worry in their shadows
Running across drenched summits
Footsteps lined up in haiku beats

The crystal glass of the past life
A wedding present in the charity shop
I see the other me, before she turns the corner.

It wasn't me!

Sacred thread is endless, stained glass is petals
Petals of stained glass
Too clever by half, electric illuminations
The post truth poets have left the room.



Collage PoemMayStockport WOLTruth not Fiction

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Nigel Astell

Tue 11th May 2021 14:22

The whole truth and nothing but
what is seen written in riddles
collage poem unusual interpretation
expressed somewhat erratic format
the truth is yours to find.

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