
I accuse him. In my attempt to prove he has lied, yet again, it becomes evident that my accusation is unfounded.
My accusation is based on facts. The fact that he is a compulsive liar. The fact that I cannot believe a word that comes out of his mouth- without researching it first. The fact that our friendship has been irreparably maimed by a continuous stream of untruths. The fact that I am angry. The fact that I feel disrespected, betrayed.
I apologize for my erroneous accusation, however, I cannot find it in my heart, to extend the olive branch.
Nothing so simple
as the lily’s promise of
resurrection, can
bring forgiveness, when the heart
has been fermented by lies.
This Haibun/Tanka has been written for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge: Easter Lily and Misk’s Twiglet: ‘nothing so simple‘.
Wow! Strong!
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I’m a tough old broad. i keep hoping I will mellow with age… But I fear I might find myself dead first.
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Life! What are you gonna do?
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My mother-in-law used to call herself a “tough old broad”—until the day she died. I like your writing even more now…
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A very strong piece of emotional writing.
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Very strong emotions behind it, Misky. Thank you for dropping in to comment.
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It is not easy to trust when it has been broken once.
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And the larger the accumulation of lies, the more difficult it becomes. Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Violet.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #1 (4/24/19): Violet lentz’s latest #haibun for my current #haikai challenge!
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I couldn’t agree more Violet. Honesty and integrity in our actions, always. Who can believe someone who constantly cries ‘wolf’.
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No one, Len. That is exactly why this whole situation came into being.
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I think you and I both met the same guy! I felt every word of your poem, said it with you, added my outrage to yours. Hope his flakiness curled.
BTW, liked your poem. 🙂
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I would love to think there is only one guy this scenario could fit. But I know that is asking for way too much! Thanks, as always Crispina.
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🙂
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Truth truth!! There is one such person in my life! It sucks.
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I’m beginning to wonder if compulsive lying is all the rage! Seems we all know one.
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Wow! Very powerful!
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Just mirroring how this actually makes me feel. Thank you, WWJ for stopping by to comment.
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The boy who cried wolf will eventually be devoured. This is a powerful, emotional poem. I know these feelings well.
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Pre-masticated man meat… I wonder if there’s a market for that? heheheh I love it when you stop by Barry.
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A very strong poem about doubt and hurt. It’s really vivid, and the symbolism is so well done.
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It wasn’t a far walk for me on this one, HRR. I am glad it came across as vividly as I am experiencing it.
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powerful and so many can’t help themselves but if we respect ourselves and others honesty should arise naturally 🙂
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Do you really believe they cannot help themselves? I have even suggested he try saying, “woops, I mispoke’ when he knows a lie has passed his lips. Nothing.. never so much as a retraction.
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meaning it is a deeply implanted habit, so hard to pull oneself up on when they don’t even realise it’s so ingrained … work out a hand signal or sign that you do every time he tells another one. Like a hand at stop, pull your ear, finger across your lips … some indicator that you can use in public to tell him he’s done it again!
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can love and trust exist separately? a powerful poem Violet, no malice just hard facts about those who hurt without thinking about consequences
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Your use of the word consequences is right on here, Gina. I’m wondering if you know they guy….
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Knew…is the operative word here…LOL!
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I guess avoidance can be a place of residence for some people, huh, Gina?
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yes, especially for self-perseverance
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Gee I thought I was the only one…..All kidding aside Violet my humour goes awry when I read or hear something that touches me. ❤🌼
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You know Jen, I half expected to get comments that wanted to remind me that forgivness is where it’s at.. But so many either know this guy or have encountered him, no one has even suggested it..
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Ah! Do unto others, “The milk of human kindness” “Forgive and Forget” how about “Once Bitten twice shy” “Walk Away Renee” There has to come a point when self preservation in lieu of insanity takes over. We all thank you. Nice Write!💜🌼
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Worse than lies is when nothing is said. But that is another story for another time.
There are good people and hopefully you have found some and will find more.
I have read that some physiologist say compulsive liars do not have the ability to be truthful. I don’t buy that – I think the people who lie all the time have their manipulative genes in overdrive. And keeping ones distance from those folks is sometimes the only solution.
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I am with you n believing they can at least redeem themselves by retracting the lie once it has been told. Personally I remove myself from their presence whenever possible. And Saturday, it becomes possible..
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Have we met somewhere or do we lead parallel lives?
This hits way too close to home. Almost scarily close.
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I must stay I am amazed at how many people responded as having known ‘this person”. I had no idea compulsive lying was so en vogue.
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As a guy whose lies took his life apart piece by piece, I’d tell you a thing. The thing about lies is not how or why, it’s about conforming to what the people see in you. The image or persona that I tried living upto became so overwhelming that I consolidated by lying. Now that everything is dead and gone, I can look at the bigger picture and see what’s wrong in it. But back then? It was all about the short terms and smiling another day and living a comfortable lie rather than a harsh truth.
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Lying should be reserved for ones art.. Especially when it has become a work of.. It’s just like doing dope, or not doing it and staying the same person….
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How many strangers have confessed to you that once they lied?
Therein is my answer to all of the questions that possibly could come out of whatever I said.
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