I stumble on the cobbled lane
this cul-de-sac,
this rutted one-way-street.
Nowhere I see a crossroad
where a path diverges,
nowhere a bridge leads back.
How can a lie be white
when night is dark?
How can you mend a bridge
by telling truth?
Path by Paul Delvaux
Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse The word is cobble and as usual the challenge to write a poem including the word of exactly 44 words including the word cobble.
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June 4, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
‘how ca a lie be white when the night is dark?” my favorite lines.
Love it!
Some bridges are difficult to mend. I find your imagery very effective…a cobbled feeling seems to pervade.
OH! These last lines are stunning!
How can a lie be white
when night is dark?
How can you mend a bridge
by telling truth?
A beautifully cobbled quadrille, Bjorn, and I too love the lines:
‘How can a lie be white
when night is dark?’
I don’t think I know another way to mend a bridge. It’s a haunting little poem, and the image makes it even stranger.
I cannot find the poem you have linked up…
Wonderfully dark!
Good question: “How can a lie be white
when night is dark?”
You raise some good questions here. I love the image that goes with this.
How can the truth be black when the snow is white? I don’t know.
Strong metaphor with perfect image to go with it.
A haunting poem and an equally as haunting image.
A haunting poem. It is small yet it contains many large truths.
A white lie can turn into something dark…some bridges take a lot of mortar and love..and perhaps, one needs to cobble a new path.
“How can a lie be white when night is dark?”… this is incredibly gripping!
I really like the ambiguity of this.
Your poem sounds like some bad dreams I have had!! Sometimes bridges just can’t be reconnected!
Dwight
Between truth and lies, which one holds the way back? Love the ending lines Bjorn ~
Appropriate title for your words!
A deep, well-reasoned poem about interpersonal relationships. Bravo!
‘How can a lie be white when night is dark’
I love this! The painting you posted is a perfect complement to this poem.
Beautiful ending to strike some thought.
The question you ask is hard to answer, but I think truth might help.
Such a strong visual poem of your narrator stumbling through life on a difficult path. I particularly like ‘How can a lie be white/ when night is dark?’ It is a hard question to consider, let alone answer.
I agree, truth may help, but is also uncertain in our hands, colored by our own perceptions and biases. More important to build bridges, compromise on principles but not on kindness? Seek truth together? But all of that is may seem impossible if the situation is hard, if the night is truly black. I hope the speaker can find the bridge he seeks.
Well cobbled, Björn. I like the image–nightmarish, I think–of stumbling on a path that seems to have no way back. And how does one mend the bridge? I don’t know.
Life’s paths bring some bumps in the road, sometimes leaving a person at a dead end. A lie, even a white one, may not get you out of trouble, but cause more. Very good! 😉