Perspective

I stub my toe and curse

at the pebble in my path

She looks up but can’t see

the top of the mountain

before her

Same track,

different journeys

Written in response to a prompt/ challenge from a fellow poet.

No, Really

I don’t mind.

No, I’m fine

…and with so much to do.

So I got up and left, as if I believed you.

Izzy asked us to write something about a lie we could have told better.  So here are is a poem about a couple of liars for Real Toads.