Tides and Lies

The moon pulls at the waves,
ruling the tides for eternity,
a simple process of gravity,
the push and pull of uncontrollable forces.

The cover of night gives way,
the dawn watches as the pair
on the beach moves apart,
knowing there are things you cannot fix.

It is often impossible to snatch
truth from the wings of an angel
when the clay of your making
has been stored in the bottom of a box of lies.


for the Sunday Whirl


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

7 responses to “Tides and Lies

  1. I like the lines “the moon pulls at the waves” and “the cover of night give way.” Well wordled.

  2. Snatching the truth from the wings of an angel is no way to achieve your goal. Mankind does tend to take the short cut through the brambles.

  3. Mmmm…a thoughtful piece. Thank you.

  4. Really like the way you worked the wordle words! Especially like the “clay of your making” – lies will never win out, no matter what type of box they are stored in.

  5. Mark, love that last stanza. That’s a keeper. Such wonderful, sad imagery.


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