Mea Culpa

And other small great disasters

The Ozone Layer repairs itself
stitch by stitch, but you do know
it was me who waged the first war with

the sky?

Wonder is a wrecking ball to
innocence as I strike the match
against the board, but no flame
will lick, no fire

burns your wood?

Orange red is beautiful
when wind wraps its graceful hands
around this perfect storm

of ours?

If so, then this red dress
that clasps my curves
is also in my power — killing us
as we rekindle

old passions?

I know the love is still there
but I promise to make your polluted, gorgeous
magenta pink skies
blue once more.

I’m gonna make our love great again.

I hope you enjoyed this poem. This was based on a prompt called “Mea culpa”-an acknowledgement of a personal fault or error. I decided to go ahead and title it that. I won’t mess with your own interpretation of this. What do you get from this poem? I’m curious!

Thank you for reading!

If you’d like to read more poetic prompts and get into the practice of poeming, you should check out Diane Lockward’s book The Practicing Poet. Her book really gets you to stretch and form your poetic muscles!

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