Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, August 3, 2013

White Lie

image by Tosher @ Dreamstime
I told my love a small white lie
It was of no import
To spare his feelings, that was why
I gave a false report.

But a lie is like the phosphorus
That coats a matchstick head
Though small and white, it's poisonous
and volatile once said.


Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, how terribly true, Ms Mouse, and it will poison the teller of the lie forever, and the receiver only for a while.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, yes, indeed! This has all the bite of one of Teasdale's uncompromising love poems.. and loads of LM wisdom too.

Mynx said...

so true, a lie will usually come back to bite you

Heaven said...

Yes, white lies are like that ~ Though small and white, they are poisonous ~ Good one LM ~

Fireblossom said...

Hi. Sara Teasdale here. Quit ripping me off!

Okay, so I lied, I'm not Sara Teasdale, but you captured her style really well!


Martha Washington

Hannah said...

So much truth in this small white lie poem!! Well done!

Ella said...

Oh, you nailed it Lolamouse~
YOU did you captured Teasdale's voice...I must try again~

hedgewitch said...

Excellent rhyme and meter make the message fly home like a very pointy arrow. True words, and unlike a match, a lie is very hard to blow out.

Marian said...


Mademoiselle Modelle said...

So very true of what we sometimes think is of no importance!

Rachel Hoyt said...

So well said! Love this poem. :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great poem, loved the verse, which is especially tricky for me. Thanks!

Pat Tillett said...

So true...
Granny always told us that "a liar has to have a perfect memory, but a honest person never has to worry about it."