Sinseer

That truth can be

stranger than fiction’s

a saying

but truth is,

–the truth is–

more often mundane,

a hit-the-snooze

clock to

tick-tock the days

–the laundry,

–the errands,

–the bills that you pay…

the truth is, my couth is

much more intact

than verses I’ve written

more fancy than fact

those starry-eyed stanzas

are my “inner” girl

who loved a boy once

in a whole different world

but truth is, that youth

has grown to her own

1st blush yet in mind

to pen rosy poems

the woman I am

is utterly loyal

+20 years plus+

to the very same

boy

(le)

& truth is, that truth is

buy the book!

(boring)

my cooking job, too

would leave readers snoring

and that’s mostly* why

I wander my mind

to rifle the boxes

the truth left behind.

©Karen Robiscoe

*95%

5% = nunya