and the mouth puckers
into sweet distress
as if saying something kind
while the mind kicks the tongue
and says liar, liar.
April 26, 2017 by Rosemerry
and the mouth puckers
into sweet distress
as if saying something kind
while the mind kicks the tongue
and says liar, liar.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged lie, poem, poetry, rhubarb | 2 Comments
Oh my! That’s so right.
That’s rhubarb for you ☺
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Wednesday, April 26, 2017 at 11:31 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “One While Looking at the Burgeoning Rhubarb”