He cried wolf

left
a
bitter
residue
the flavour of truth
they took it with a pinch of salt

Pandemic

table set for six sits waiting
but there is no one
left to serve
or drink
the
tea

In response to: Sadje’s What you see Challenge #40

one
man’s
meat or
rat’s poison
what is on that list
curiosity helps save rats

In response to: Sadje’s What do you see Challenge # 39

one day I will write about us
it will be the best
ever piece
I write
of
fib

Fib: Noun

A lie
A poem consisting of 6 lines with 20 syllables, with syllables per line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 based on Fibonacci Sequence. The poem above is an example of Reverse Fibonacci poem.

I
am
but a
figment of
imagination
waiting for someone to delve in

the cupboard of abundance lies
abandoned these days
consumption
is seen
as
sin

he
was
hungry
for her – she
on the other hand
had no appetite for his games

regretful happenings often
in their aftermath
are cause of
endless
sweet
pain

some
truths
remain
hidden – some
are triggered by time
to reveal their true character

I
don’t
like to
hide things from
her – it’s for her good
what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her