I Apologize

Honesty flowing out of me,

it is Katrina over a broken levy.

Levies broken so soon.

I will not swoon

for Katrina.

And I apologize but will not sympathize

 for a loss without a gain.

One in which,

 I watch.

Pitter patter,

waiting for the dismissal

Of words,

hopes,

dreams to spare.

Ones that, I really wouldn’t dare

Let escape.

A bag of winds,

Hold tight.

Threading and pulling as winds prevail,

pulling the ropes sail after sail.

I will seal it shut, the best I can.

To let it escape, I would not dare.

 I said I wouldn’t,

and I thought I couldn’t,

but the levies couldn’t hold

 as the honesty

flew out of me.

That Katrina with no shame.

I begged and pulled the bag of winds closed,

the pandora’s box with fate’s return.

I apologize. 

Author's Note

trying to brainstorm and come up with ideas, quick write. i wanted to try something a little different from my normal stuff.

Reviews

[eatmills]

A little quick on the draw Erin, but I am here to please.

I liked the Mother Nature view point and found it interesting. There is something more to this than just a Nature poem is there not? I reread it and found some kind of underlying personal turmoil. It was like you've somehow taken your own storm and gave it an alias. Then again it is all in the interpretation isn't it?