What if I admitted to you,
here and now,
before I even begin,
before I even let you in,
that all I am about to tell you is a lie,
perhaps white, perhaps a depth darker.

What if I lay it all on the line,
here and now, naked,
the truth of all the lies,
would you believe me,
would you still listen,
would you still want to hear
and make up your own mind

if what I’m telling you is a lie
or if I’m just laying lines upon the truth?

We live a life
on both sides of the line
and exist somewhere
in between what we believe
and what we know to be false.

I have told the truth many times,
its many lines spilt
over many skins, in many beds

and still I lie alone.

This is what I have left;
this is the truth of my lie.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

12th poem for National Poetry Writing M0nth 2019

17 thoughts on “WHITE LIES

  1. Ms. Liz

    I love the white rose and the poetic connections you’ve made! I’ve noticed in Reader that you’ve done a number of colour poems but alas I’ve had little time to read anything as we’ve just moved house and I’ve been packing and cleaning at the previous place, with no internet. We made the move a few days ago but still very busy. Over time I hope to catch up on what I’ve missed!

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Oh but how wonderful that you are unpacking and settling in to your new home! Have you moved are still in the same area? I hope all went smoothly and the new walls are finding colors to comfort you both! Happy unpacking and enjoying your new home 🍾🍾💐💐

      1. Ms. Liz

        Tapanui is only a half-hour drive from Gore. There were lots of small picture-hooks already scattered over the walls and I’ve hung our pictures all over the place! Some big pictures still to go. Since you published “Look for me in the layers lost..” I’ve had your photo+poem on my fridge door – it still has pride of place! Cute picture thingies you added to your message 🙂 Thanks!

  2. merrildsmith

    Oh, I really like this one, Damien.
    I can imagine it almost as the narrator of a novel (if that makes sense). 🙂

    “and exist somewhere
    in between what we believe
    and what we know to be false.”

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you so much Ali. I really wasn’t sure about this one, wasn’t sure it was actually a poem or a confession but it seems to be reaching people. Thank you 🤗

  3. memadtwo

    Wonderful play on words here Damien. Truth and lies are so slippery, and they do overlap sometimes, don’t they? We often don’t know ourselves which side of the line we are on. (K)

    1. deuxiemepeau

      It’s a very fine line, even for ourselves to know who we are. We lie so often to ourselves just to get through certain things. Hopefully the Truth will reveal itself when needed. 🤞🤗

  4. Shuku Li

    This. SO this.

    I have told the truth many times,
    its many lines spilt
    over many skins

    Sometimes, all the truth in the world doesn’t make anything better. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t…

      1. Shuku Li

        I think it’s just the nature of it – self preservation p’raps.

  5. Ms. Liz

    Hi again.. right now I’m working on a “white” post and I intend to use your white rose photo and link to your poem – hope this is ok with you Dami as I may not receive your reply before I publish! As always, my very best wishes!

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