Sunday, April 10, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day #9

The prompt over at NaPoWriMo today was:
It’s Friday, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor.

I don't like apologizing.  Because I'm usually not wrong.  Rather, I'm misunderstood and I'm not sorry for who I am.  I'll never be sorry.

I'm Not Sorry

I'd rather grind my eyes
with broken glass
than to say I was wrong,
that I was over-wrought
and under-estimated,
that the truth fumbled in
her stiff dancers legs
on the edge of my lips.

There's something  vastly
mortal about admission
and I'm not interested
in any crows-feet confessions.
I'll take my champagne dark
and my nights late alone
with the likes of Kafka
and his brown-leeched fears
before I'll roll belly-side up and
allow you to stroke the
growing fledgling of your ego
across my apology like
it's something owed.

Let's let the broken bowels
of heaven burst,
the rivers overflow
and the dams break their girth;
let fire consume the earth
sea bottom to ozone dust and
make of this world a hearth
before I pay  you the penance
of those two precious words.

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