Angele Toomey Poetry

I haven’t found my poisoned honey poem yet – it was in a set list from early last year I think. It will turn up, I hope. In the meantime I thought I might write some new material based on some of my favourite phrases.

A haiku
Golden words drip from 
your mouth like poisoned honey.
Slowly killing truth.

Not plain sailing
Words are like sharp coral
setting traps for the 
unsuspecting sailor.
So many ways to trip up:
disclose what you'd wish 
had remained hidden.
With each syllable
facades fall away
and we are left naked
anchored in truths.