I take a walk with you
To open up a bit
I tell you sky shots are prosaic
You laugh at me
Because I snapped some
The other day
I tell you sometimes
I snap prosaic shots
For lack of any better
The truth is I am telling you
Prosaic things
Because I can’t tell you the truth
The prosaic image is by me
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does poetry reveal the truth?
What a great question...
"Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know." --Adrienne Rich
so, your own truth then? a variation? an opinion?
I think poetry often spills the truth that you know deep inside but are afraid to admit, even to yourself. It's the truth that you'd rather not think about, but it won't let you avoid it. It troubles you somewhere deep inside, and you often start writing simply to get some sense of relief, not knowing yet what it is that bothers you precisely, but discovering it as you go, word by word. See, your heart knows the real you, but your mind is too slow to catch up, because it protects itself from the truth that is inconvenient or too revealing. So I think poetry is the truth that comes straight from the heart, unfiltered :)
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