Starting Thursday, we have a thirty part Haiku spectacular on the cards, so it will only be Micropoetry scheduled across the week. As a result, I promise that this form will not suffer and is being given extra special love and attention. I also wish I could do bold and italic on Twitter so there’d be a chance to add some spice to my rhymes. Perhaps I should consider some emotes across November…
Now, there’s a thought…
The Last Gasp
It’s over. Lame excuses remain pointless,
arrogant assertions; blame shamed remaining
lack of explaining: just shut up and listen.
My fault. What a shocker, fault fraught
embrace selfish default, expelled suddenly
finally grasping pointless asking.
Let’s talk. Combine grievances, settle
differences, constructive discourse, on course;
resolution is a solution?
Fresh start. Dispense recompense, redefine time
warm hearts, depart from history’s bind,
beauty in kind, joint meeting of minds.
Last gasp? Not a chance, firm romance
redefinition without attrition, perdition
avoided, happy ending enjoyed.
The Internet of Words 