A little tired today. A little pressed for time. A little stressed. So I was happy to see the Poetic Asides prompt asking for a “Little ______ ” poem. Admittedly, this one was penned with little effort, but it did inspire me to listen to Fleetwood Mac while I work.

Little Lies

Fleetwood Mac called them sweet.

Sometimes I think it’s true.

There are truths no one can bear.

Souls who know

sometimes the real gift

are the words we don’t share.