A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| If I stand now in front of you as daring as the housefly on a frog's nose, it is because I have not done before what I ought to have done, for I am not an angel after all, and to unwrap a happier tomorrow from these frigid winter hours, I would like to rearrange the timetable of an adverse past to let a tacit scar fade away into the dead language of myth, so we both feel blessed for the warm wind's promise to transform my prickly image in your heart. Prompt: Write a poem in which you make an apology to someone without using "I'm sorry" anywhere in the poem. |