Exposure

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Bring forth the tides,
Wash away prevarications,
Riding whims of waves
Buried in succulent grips
Like shells stuck on puckering anemones,
Addictions attached to denial.

Though what is truth
But an end result of an unreliable mind?
You’ve made up mine, I’ve made up yours.
Dying with our inky fables,
Narratives shaped into cultured pearls
Passed on as wisdom,
Fruits of survival,
When blackened tongues have
Spun a mucus memory.

Put away your finger of judgment
Resting in the folds of the unchanged.
What’s the use of being well adjusted
When even rainbows get boring and
No one trusts the smile upon a face,
Needing our daily dish,
Tabloids in check-out aisles,
Custom tailored digital lives.

When the sea swells and the moon
Lays her weary head upon a glassy reflection,
It is the thin layer pinching truth
Between window panes of sea and sky,
A fine shawl resting on weary shoulders,
Heavy with the burden of untruths
Even as they lay self evident
In the light of day.

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20 thoughts on “Exposure

  1. Marissa Bergen

    I love how you spun this metaphor between the turning of the tides and the human behavior. If you read only the first and last lines of your verses, you can (almost) get the true meaning of the poem without the metaphor and I love the way you’ve buried that. Brilliant!

  2. L. T. Garvin, Author

    So much amazing stuff here in the dissection of modern society and human nature. I would say you are most definitely a poet, and an extraordinary one at that. I loved so many of these lines, especially “inky fables.” Magnificent!

  3. Don Royster

    We sure can use some of those tides these days.There is something almost Biblical in those first two stanzas. I love that “Bring forth”.The words seem Old Testament prophetical like a Moses calling out to the Red Sea. Then we get the opening lines to the second stanza: “Though what is truth But an end result of an unreliable mind?” That “What is truth?” are the words Pilate threw at Jesus. Perhaps the speaker of truth is half mad, or at least, society sees it that way. “Cultured pearls passed on as wisdom”. With that one, the prophet doesn’t let anyone get away with the crap getting spewed out these days. The third stanza seems filled with a plea: “Put away your finger of judgement”, the prophet says. “No one trusts the smile upon a face” is such a comment on our tabloid journalism.

    Finally in the fourth stanza, there is a sense of resignation. I love the beauty of this image: “When the sea swells and the moon”. It’s a long journey from that “Bring forth”, shouted to the wind and the sky and the sea to the final lines:
    “A fine shawl resting on weary shoulders,
    Heavy with the burden of untruths
    Even as they lay self evident
    In the light of day.”
    Those lines make me want to return to the “Bring forth”. But disillusionment won’t let me.

    1. desertdweller29

      Interesting viewpoint as always, Don. Some phrases are very Old Testament, which are more coincidential than intentional. I am not well versed in the Bible, but that didn’t stop me from preaching! I suppose there are age old questions we never get solid answers to.

  4. thefeatheredsleep

    But what is truth? / but the end result of an unreliable mind?
    OMG you SAID IT RIGHT HERE!
    You’re just so very, very finger on the pulse when it comes to … understanding the world, questioning things, you’re like everything I’d wish for in a friend to talk about everything in the world all at once over coffee (and cactus) and I just love that there are people like you left in this world because at times I really worry!
    Oh you did a beautiful job here – you really did.
    Is it selfish to say I’m glad you are back from your holidays? 😉 xoxo

    1. desertdweller29

      You question truth so much in your poetry and I always love it. In fact, you wrote one recently about truth telling and it stuck with me all day. You inspire me. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. xoxo

      1. thefeatheredsleep

        Sweet desert girl you really pulled the rabbit and the whole enchilada out with your work – you ARE truth and so if I inspired that in ANY way then you ran with it across the entire desert with a huge ink quill and you set the place on FIRE. It’s not a compliment if it’s genuine, it’s more of a collection of words trying to spell AWE xo Love your talent, love your soul. Love you.

      2. desertdweller29

        For some bizarre reason, this comment ended up in my spam along with a few others! Thank you, C! You are too kind and generous! This means so much coming from you, as I am enamored with your talent and words. xoxo!

  5. thefeatheredsleep

    Today I came back and re-read this as I often do with poems that I absolutely love and I found these lines just hit me hard: When the sea swells and the moon
    Lays her weary head upon a glassy reflection,
    It is the thin layer pinching truth
    Between window panes of sea and sky,
    you really REALLY write beautifully I’m so proud of you.

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