1/30 – National Poetry Month

So I’m a Poet. Well, I used to be. No… scratch that. I still am. I just don’t write as much as I used to. At least not on paper. I write a lot in my mind, but those thoughts don’t always make it to paper (screen). But this month that changes. This month is April – officially National Poetry Month. And what happens in April? 30/30. Thirty poems in thirty days. They don’t have to be good poems – and I can assure you they won’t all be! But for once in my life, I would love to actually complete a 30/30. I’ve started before. I’ve failed before. Repeat.

But thanks to the gentle (not so gentle) urging of fellow poets and friends, I am throwing my pen into the ring. And with that, ladies and gentle, I give you my first piece of the month. Hopefully by the end, this blog will be 30 pieces richer….

1/30

I’m sorry I was unfaithful.
You,
My first love
Me,
One of many in your lifetime
You claimed me as your own (in public)
Let me take your name
I failed you.
Couldn’t devote the time you required
Attentions diverted
Loyalties tested
I wasn’t what you needed
When you needed it
I left.
Still occasionally flirting
Toying with emotions not fully forgotten
You remember me
I remember you
Curled up, feeling like home
I’m so sorry I left you
…But I’m back.

My open letter to poetry.

xoxo,
La.