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:
Francis,
I love the third stanza. Good response to the prompt.
Pamela
I like your sense of humor. Good one!
chosen Francis.....and well done
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.
@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.
ahhh... so bitter!
even the humor...
choices change everything most of the time... even when we think they are not much important...
@hb yes, the small changes add up quickly
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