The prompt from Poetic Asides this week was to take the phrase “What (blank) Think,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem.”
This was just way too fun and I could write a million of ‘em. (That is called hyperbole. A poetry term that we all indulge in–pretty much every day. I know someone who calls them “glittering generalizations” and relationally speaking we probably should reign in our tongues. But, for a poet, they are useful.)
On to the poem:
“What liars think”
I got you now
trapped
in my prison
story spinning
my mouth on fire
