revolving doors
the lies
we tell ourselves
Published by
Ingrid Baluchi
Temporarily resident in North Macedonia, Ingrid has spent much of her life travel-writing. Her micro-poetry has been published in international journals, in print and online. A retired teacher and professional artist, she has a deep love and respect for the natural world, and enjoys the quirky side of human nature. View all posts by Ingrid Baluchi
Good stuff; very thought provoking
It should be so easy to release ourselves form those lies–but we just keep going around and around, even as we see what we're doing. A succinct and elegant way to describe a habit that can be maddening.
glass wings the lies we tell ourselves
(Marie Louise Munro, Frogpond 39:1)
lies?
what cha mean man.
Never tell no lies
man.
Ingrid… as posed by you, so well seen in many ways_! That mirror..
__ It may be we've all made those repetitious sights within that turn of glass; those spinning doors now becoming an icon of times passed.. _m
trapped in each quarter
time doors spin on their axis
a mirrors return
Enjoyed this very much!
It is what the congress does except they are lying to us; from a representative or senator to a lobbyist $$$…