Truth

Or fabrication.

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I heard it on the grapevine
News leaked the other day
Truth or fabrication
It’s hard for me to say

Is it simply the inability
To properly communicate
Without the information
How can I elucidate

Hearsay are the rumours
That drift without a mooring
Without rhyme or reason
And are not reassuring

It happens to me often
I’m kept out of the loop
I’d rather be an ingredient
Included in the soup

It’s my Achilles heel
And often recurs
Done for my protection
Feels more like saboteurs

This time I’ve taken action
And not sat on my hands
I’ve sent off an email
To join up the strands

We feel we should tread softly
And not disturb the peace
Though it would be far better
If the charade were to cease

I’ve gone as far as I can go
I don’t want to be circumspect
I simply ask for transparency
No hearsay, just respect.

©

David Rudder
2025

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.