Dissonance (November Poem-A-Day: Day 1)
Write a matches poem. The matches could be sticks that make fire. Or it could be matches from a game. Or the verb of “to match.” Or as in the phrase “He’s not a good match for you.” Or whatever other match you can make.
Dissonance
Should I draw you a picture
or would words suffice
seeing how they get twisted
when you stop being nice
When laughter turns to silence
when eyes simply turn away
thirteen months ended up
being one hell of a price to pay
Should I leave you a snapshot
or an album of fading memories
seeing how our past would be erased
and replaced with falsified stories
The firm grip of vexation
I now leave behind
the haunting of your stern look
forever embedded in my mind.