My favorite is the cream puff lie,
the kind inflated with hot air,
expanded to make an heroic-sized story.
Another is the cannoli, a long lie,
well-packed with nutty details,
lightly wrapped in flakey truth.
A macaroon isn’t a little white lie,
but it’s covered
with self-serving coconut.
The apple tart carries slices
of sour gossip, only
slightly sweetened with truth.
Then there’s the napoleon,
an Iago lie of pernicious intent,
layer upon layer of dark deceit.
This poem can be found in the volume, On the Loose.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Did the language make you hungry? Did you enjoy the contrast of the sweet imagery with the human characteristics of sour?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.