Smoke and Mirrors. 

Stare at a blank screen

Summon up words to

Say what you mean 

But what do you 

Really, actually mean

In the grip of a verse

Or the quip of a line
Are they thoughts, beliefs

Put down for all to see

To interpret, summarise

Or analyse me

Is it my soul out there

In the phrase and word

Or just lies lined up
We all think we know

When the poem is read

What the poet assumes

What the poet reflects

But is it all real is it truth

But smoke and mirrors 

In which the poet hides.

 

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