You are lying
I can see it in eyes
that gleam with
insincerity
your head bowed to
mask a smile
your confessor
hears only your voice
dripping with regret
asking for forgiveness
~~
Mama Zen is in the Garden today asking us to imagine “If these walls could talk …..”
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Some confessions are great performances. Some confessors give great performances. Great take on the prompt.
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Love your response to the prompt 🙂
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A really nice contrast between what the priest hears and what the speaker in this poem sees.
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This says it all:
“your head bowed to
mask a smile”
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Hypocrisy lives!
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😉
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Ah the hypocrisy… Love it.
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The eyes speak more truth than lips it appears.
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oooh. sarcastic walls. like it ~
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Oh yes, the eyes tell so much more than the mouth does.
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I bet that happens a lot!
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If only the priest could see!
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Words can be so empty!
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