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when a poem speaks the truth
by Jared FladelandThis is a poem,
crinkled up and left for dead
in the bottom of the waste basket.
As it sits there though,
the paper begins to unfold,
it begins to breathe,
and before i know it,
the light catches the white paper
just so
that it appears to glow.
i take a look at the poem again,
take a deep inhalation
and realize the poem is telling me
that it is the truth,
and when that happens,
you can only pull it out of the trash
and let the air out
in a giant sigh of misery. 03/29/2010 Posted on 03/30/2010
Copyright © 2026 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/30/10 at 05:40 AM fantastic imagery! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/30/10 at 12:08 PM Really good write Jared. Sometimes we don't realize what we have until we take a second look at it. |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 03/30/10 at 05:21 PM A very creative way of describing truth. It does come out in the most unlikely ways doesn't it? I love the imagery you used and the metaphor was such a unique one. Great write! |
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