Words

By Debra Louise Scott c.2004/2013

Words from pockets.

in the air never
lost unless tossed
out by gesture.

Cutting through the ruts

and circling past the path
of their trajectory.

Word nor truth nor lie

escape
the broader course
of silenced discourse.

Manifesting

torsos
of their own.

Lie or Truth,

which one is stronger?
Which one comes from
memory longer?

Stranger truth

than fiction
pondered.

Fiction wrapped

in stickier stuff
stays fastened to the
gossiped fluff,

Wresting Truth from

smoothened
hands.

Fiction sticks to fiction,

true, and builds
within the mind a stew
that boils to saturate

With flavors seemly.

Truth discarded
For the new.

Odors rise

from brewed pretense
and gossiped,
pass the mental fence.

Capture words and

send them screaming
to their destination
-Winter’s season

Scorched black earth

in coldness
whitened.