Poem: 16-4-2014

Today's prompt is to write ten lines poem of lies! Here is my take on lies around us.

IMAGES

My alter ego stares back at me

I laugh, it cries

I comb my hair, it musses it

I walk away, its eyes follow

I cry, it smirks

I sleep it awakens

Some images are pure reflection

But others are mere pixilation

Satellite images approximate

Path of Flight 370

Tiny lines stretch over oceans

Looking for specks in seas

Searching for bodies to bring

Closure to families

Some images are pure reflection

But others are mere pixilation

Public images are just faces

Beautiful, shiny platinum blond

Masking the hidden tortured soul

Strong, athletic, virile men

Golfer, cyclist, footballer

Masking sex, drugs and murder

Some images are pure reflection

But others are mere pixilation

Lalarukh Lasharie

The Lines