The Simple Truth

Gossamer threads stretched—

Wait!  What is gossamer anyway?

Overworked clichés,

worked and worked and worked till the play is gone.

Right up there with azure skies.  What happened to just blue?

(And why, exactly, am I splitting up my lines like this?  Hmm.)


not to be simple, but to be true—to be searing plain,

meaning not bound up in the frills of puffed ego and ethereal dress—oh, sorry.

I meant otherworldly, eerie, ghostly, or maybe . . . gossamer!

(I love the synonym function.)

Maybe I just meant meaning is lost in the trappings of too many words.

I’m sure my husband would agree.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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5 Responses to The Simple Truth

  1. dorannrule says:

    Me too! I mean I agree… sometimes it’s easier to be succinct. 🙂

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