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‘Forsooth’s Sake’


The cry goes up within our words, forsooth the truth will out

Dichotomy of choice confronts and holds the weary mind in thrall

For readers sake a meaning clear, or guaranteed to raise a doubt

A baring of one’s soul or exposé of facts that cloud the call



Metaphor deception of a skilled transparent kind

Intention not forthcoming, in the proffered verse so used

May lead us down a path, with end conclusion always hard to find

Resulting revelation leaves our feelings sometimes slightly bruised



We live out life in shadowed cloaks of grey and white, or poets shade

In agony and ecstasy, we suffer for our written Art

In mindful contemplation of presenting insincere charade

No subterfuge is shown within response, just understanding to impart

Richard Gildea