Very aptly so – this challenge asks us to write a poem of apology.
I’m so sorry for being impolite-
for not eating all you dished out,
especially the decadent humble pie,
served frozen-cold on a paper plate.
I regret that you felt so shadowed-
when I stood up to my full height.
It was not ever my intention
to make you feel so infinitismal!
I’m ashamed of my awful behavior-
for trying to soothe and placate you,
when you were frothing at the mouth-
your rage- spluttering shamelessly out!
Oh how I must unreservedly repent-
for standing in your pathway,
blocking out your rose-colored view,
if only you could and would have seen it!
Above all I am mournful as I weep-
when I think of the disassembling souls,
convulsively, trembling and shuddering,
when your tornado spirals violently in.