My truths are open to interpretation

Not found on faces but through hearts

Literal truths are limited to sharp edges

Eternal truths are fluid and invisible

Suffusing the space behind a smile with radiance

Or coloring imaginations with starlight

My truths are layered and nuanced

Revealed slowly

The way stratified rock gives up its truth

To an archaeologist’s chisel

Telling a story that is never quite as complete

As you’d like but good enough to piece together



David Trudel   © 2013




Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “Truth

  1. Seb

    I like this. the images are angular and difficult, but they fit together very neatly.

  2. Riveting poem! Thanks for sharing. I will follow your blog and return to read more, for sure.

    I have a new writing blog that I created after self-publishing my first novel for the Kindle. Please check it out and share your writing experiences with me!

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