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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Bystander to a Bricking

You were always
a bit of backward
but your small, fuzzy grins
came cheap and easy.

We never guessed
they'd change the rules
so fast.

Salvation might have come
in coupon form,
and dolled-up pretty—
some say better than new—
we could have shared
old games, odd romance,
a few more laughs.

But I let that last chance slip,
and now a brick,
you're going gently onto
the back-alley rubbish
in the middle of the night.



On Day 11 of NaPoWriMo, the ReadWritePoem prompt is the thing you didn't choose. It's an apology to the analog TV I never allowed to go digital.

7 comments:

flaubert said...

Francis,
I love the third stanza. Good response to the prompt.
Pamela

1965 Footprints said...

I like your sense of humor. Good one!

Wayne Pitchko said...

chosen Francis.....and well done

Kay Tracy said...

Wow, Francis, this poem is very emotional. I didn't know the prompt, or your intent when I read it. The picture cleared afterward... You use the language well.

Francis Scudellari said...

@Pamela TV will never forgive me :).

@OnlyF Gotta laugh to keep from crying, as they say.

@Wayne Not much of an alternate path, but it was the best I could manage.

@Kay Thanks, I was a bit more literal in the first drafts, but I decided to disguise the relationship in question a little better.

human being said...

ahhh... so bitter!
even the humor...

choices change everything most of the time... even when we think they are not much important...

Francis Scudellari said...

@hb yes, the small changes add up quickly