Poems from Elle's perspective

Damn lies

His lips made all the right movements,
but the sound of his voice grated.
Shudders ran up and down my spine,
my shoulder muscles tensed and tightened,
and a headache hovered just behind my frown.
He blathered on about God-knows-what,
his prattle zipping in one ear and out the other.
However inspired and passionate his speech,
his eyes told the truth.


Free verse. Written 30 August 2017.