Lies
by Lisa Zimmerman

The sun is a broken window on fire.
The stars speak the color of my real name.
Angels whisper Osama Osama in their sleep.
The dog's bones gleam in the dark.
The dark is the underside of God's one eyelid.
Hearts are like the sun only not on fire.
Or do I mean not like a window
Or do I mean green glass you can see through?


A lie, according to the Encarta Dictionary, is to say something that is not true in a conscious effort to deceive somebody. From the meaning itself it already gives a negative vibe, after all it is a sin. I am pretty sure all of us have been telling lies of our own and have been lied to. But what's the reason for lying? Why can't everybody just tell the truth? "The truth will set you free." Is that saying just a thing in the past?

In my point of view, a lie is a lie and it's bad, period. That's why the author even compared it to the underside of God's one eyelid. Like how people lie even though doesn't want to see it. Osama is even mentioned here, since he is a terrorist, telling us that he betrayed America and so on. I guess when it comes to something bad, poems sort of minimize the harshness and turn it into something so fancy. Sometimes I ponder whether poets aren't really that vocal about their feelings or it's just through words that they can express themselves. In my point of view, if they can only express themselves nonverbally, then they're missing out on a lot. For me it's still better if you say it verbally, but it depends on the people so basically my entry is just about how I just wonder how poets make such great works of art according to my theory which is that they can't express themselves well verbally. Anyhoo, if it weren't for their nonverbal quality then we wouldn't have experienced such amazing art.

Thanks to shincine.com for the picture above.