I try in vain to brush aside con-
cussions from my past;
those foot-in-mouth occasions
jumped as frogs from mouth to skin.
Those stomp-on-toe incidnts
that comes back at too late at night.
be done on past discourse?
Can you let me carve discussions in arrears,
band-aid wound of words
or let me cover up my past
with white of lies?
Forgive me, cause this:
is for real and not another mask,
In tonight’s prompt at dVerse Amaya wants us to write a poem in any form about a time (specifically or abstractly) you changed your mind. Keep in mind that pentimento in Italian means ‘repentance’, so a change for the greater good is what we’re going for, not one resulting in regret or even greater remorse.
February 6, 2018