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Clever Artifice

My heart sometimes lies to me.
It says things it knows I want to hear,
knowing full well I will believe.

The constructions it builds there
tell me love isn’t a burden.
But here I am, fooled once again,
as grief returns to collect its price.

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Free verse
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My old acqaintance, grief, dropped by for another visit, sigh...
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Hello, Michael,
This one tugs the heart. If this is personal, I hope this feeling passes soon. I'm wondering about the word "constructions" - that word feels a bit indifferent. Perhaps something similar to "the shelters it seems to build there." Maybe not the feeling you are going for...? You've captured the duplicity.
Best,
L

Thanks for your thoughts on this one L - always appreciate your visits. I was definitely missing a loved one here. With the "constuctions" term, I was trying to play off the "artifice" word in the title of this poem. Interpreting artifice as something that is "built" or "created" but is false by its nature. Hope that makes sense...

Best

Michael Anthony

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Absolutely. Thank you so much for explaining.
Take good care,
L

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