W. Doug Bolden
"If I Were Lying"
The concept began as personal lies contrasted to social lies, but it quickly diverged. There is the implied social lie of the future is a better place, with the poem's answer being that the future, at best, will be the same. For those not noticing, there is an underlying Apocalyptic imagery I am aiming for, where one man's world pretty much just involves him, now.
I could tell you
That when I was a child
I would dip my toes into
The quite blue of my
Family lagoon,
With white rocks and
Aquamarine
And would watch sunsets
Paint the tips of waves
Red and shallow.
And you would not know
If I were lying,
Which I would be,
Unless you were me.
The televion in the other
Room has ceased its
Incessant eletronic
Parrot
Squawking. That quiet gray
Of dead screens,
Shimmering for a
Carpet who does not care
To be an audience.
A smile, passing.
The air's temperature
Slowly amplifies.
I hold my hands
Upon my ears,
And sigh.
Outside the window, an
Early afternoon,
With hazy skies.
And an airplane somewhere
Above.
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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