When you say sorry I hear
only sorrow, the weariness
in your voice, words
of concession. Given
our situation, it’s understandable.
Apologies seem the norm.
Yours, mine. And what do we have?
If we are sorry for anything,
it should be for not
realizing this sooner.
A change in my poetry writing came about when I opened my WordPress account and participated in my first NaPoWriMo in 2014. It introduced me to forms I simply had ignored in the past (some of which I still do!), and others in which I had only dabbled (haiku, specifically, comes to mind).
For a long time, I limited my poetry reading to published work. I wanted my writing to be my own words, without the influence of others. I finally woke to the fact that I could expand my thought process, even find inspiration in a poem I was reading, simply by seeing one word or recognizing a style in which I felt comfortable writing, and still make it my own. At the same time, I was introduced to some wonderful writers.
Sometimes, the inspiration will even come from something outside of poetry. Today, I saw a Tale Weaver prompt for “sorry” at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. I may not be up for a short story, but I knew I could write a poem on that theme, so I did.
Now, it’s not always easy writing something when I’m in a totally different frame of mind. In another life, I’ve written poems similar to this when my head actually was in that place. Still, ideas such as this give me an opportunity to exercise my thoughts, yet calmly walk away from the words, once they’re written. This is one of those.