Saturday, July 22, 2006

Honest




















I cannot find the pen with honest ink
there is something false
in the color of this paper
and even the glow of this lamp
must be questioned
are you so sure you want what's real?
I could tell a nice story
and I see there are a few
left to be told
it would have a happy ending
and we could sleep warm
on clean pillows and bedtime kisses
and dream dreams
but if I find the pen with honest ink
it may say things that keep us up
and the better light
may show too much of me
the paper that is true is easily torn
and I don't want the sound of ripping
to be the last thing we hear

this is the paper for this story
and I like this unsteady lamp
I cannot find the pen with honest ink

-Ralph Murre

4 comments:

Bruce Hodder said...

Powerful, Ralph.

Hajera said...

I love the honesty in this poem. Its very beautiful.

Ralph Murre said...

Thank you both.

sigmund fraud said...

I liked this. Made good reading.