First Published in Visual Verse Vol5 Chapter 12
Truth,
a convoluted river
exists in the deepest of the ravine
like the glistening ends of the skies
it shines and glimmers in the darkness
/a beacon of hope/
for the crestfallen souls
when the darkness is sculpted
in our benign existence
screaming for hope
a dream so divine.
Truth,
cuts like a double-edged sword
through its serrated ends
slices the edges of the abyss,
/the irrational hem of the irrationality/
scrapes and scratches
resisting the erosion
those pointy convictions
moving ahead with time.
Truth,
an army of zillion stars
armed with sharp pointy ends
marches with synchronicity
carving and shaping the future
with its bloody knuckles
and it’s ferocity.
Truth,
a gaping mouth of the canyon
making it way from the steep walls
and the deep valleys
brings the shimmering piece
of the cerulean skies
longed by the bleary eyes
stuck in the ashen core of
the shared abyss,
our twisted reality.
Truth,
undeterred by the winds of resistance
chiseling and chipping away the lies
carves out a masterpiece
a beauty undefined,
damning and refuting your flagrant lies.
Truth,
a master sculptor in disguise.
Image by Mark Basarab
just wonderful………
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Thanks Wendi
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wow!
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Thanks Kate.They give is the image monthly
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oh I like that idea of a photo prompt!
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❤
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Thanks
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Truth is beauty, beauty is truth.
Lovely.
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Yes it’s the master sculpture
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Beautiful. Yes, truth is all that. Thanks for sharing
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My pleasure
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Truth often is hard. All demand it but when told they wished they heard the version they wanted. This is so brilliantly portraying this in your absolute style
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Thanks Shantanu for reading it so beautifully
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My pleasure always
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Embodied truth
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Thanks so much Paul
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Pleasure
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Eliquend flowing of words that pierce the soul. 🌾
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Thanks for your kind comments
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Beautiful
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Thanks so much Rudra
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I love this poem on the power of truth.
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Thanks Jaya
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Reblogged this on Megha's World.
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Truth cuts like a doubled-edge sword. How nice :smiley::smiley:
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Thanks so much. Glad it made you happy
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A wonderful poem, Megha!! Love your wonderful way with words!!! Especially loved your closing lines – “Truth,
undeterred by the winds of resistance
chiseling and chipping away the lies
carves out a masterpiece
a beauty undefined,
damning and refuting your flagrant lies.
Truth,
a master sculptor in disguise.
Super!!!!
Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!
xoxoxo
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Thanks dear Chuck.This poem was based on the visual prompt featured in the poem
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Absolutely tremendous! Bravo to such an aspiring writer. Love this! 💗
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Thanks so much Becky.I have missed you so much.
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You’re so very welcome. You have no idea how much I really missed reading your lovely works!
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Aww thanks so much Becky
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