Here's a funny thing about this poem. I've been reading poems by this woman on Facebook and sometimes I write a critique, you know, an analysis of the structure, the rhyme, the overall use of imagery in the poem. Sometimes I merely respond to the poem with a poem of my own that is inspire by the her poem I just read. Anyway, she wrote a one line poem: Can you forgive . . . and that sparked the poem below so I posted it as a comment to her poem and . . . next thing I know I got this rampaging message . . . why would you say those nasty things to me . . . why are making this personal . . . and so on. So, I told her wasn't doing any of those meanspirited things she accused me of, that I was writing a poem in response to her poem. Anyway, I dropped her as a friend and blocked her from ever contacting me again. Anyway, here's the poem.
Forgive
and Forget
I forgive the sun for not shinning as brightly
as once it
did when I was so, so very much younger.
I forgive
the moon for not remembering my name
on those dark
nights when I needed her most.
Yes, I forgive
the weather for the rain that delivered me
into the
hospital with a temp. of one hundred and three
degrees. But
it's easy to forgive nature for the wrong
she does
to me because she doesn't consciously
do harm
to me, to anyone, anything. But you? Your
transgressions
against my wellbeing are deliberate, decisive
actions. You
know what you do when you do it. That
makes it harder
for me to forgive and eventually forget.
Woodie 11-27-18
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